"They don't rotate shifts?" she uttered to herself as she surveyed the very same shack she'd left the Bard Pyralis to.
She shook her head trying her best to keep the smile off her face as she traced her fingertips over six separate spots on her body. On the cusp of dusk, she slipped into the darkness, her bandana covering her bright golden hair as she slinked her way to the back of the shack and scaled its walls to the roof.
Curling to a crouch she neared the edge and peeked over at both of the guards as she took a piece of nearby debris and tossed it to the back of the shack.
One guard took the bait, rounding the corner to scout the source of the noise. She dropped down silently into the other guards blind spot, produced two shivs and precisely inserted on into the jugular on his right side and the other vertically upwards, starting from under his chin right the way through to his cranial.
The guard lurched once then fell silent and crumpled to the ground. She had to suppress a groan of pleasure as she pulled the shivs away and rounded the corner for the other guard.
She came upon him from behind, pulled his own dagger from its sheath and pressed it to his throat.
"No sounds... how many are inside. Speak quickly." she said with a hushed whisper.
"Four." he said with a shaky voice
She smiled, pressing the dagger closer as it broke the skin. The guard yelped "Four... there's only four." he said hurriedly
"Good. Come with me." She demanded, pushing him along to the door way. She moved the dagger from his throat and pressed the tip against the back of his neck "In you go. Not a word from you... and you may yet live."
The guard opened the door and stepped through. Yangh used his size to hide her own form as she stepped in behind him. Two guards sat at a table playing some form of a card game. One looked up, the other was horrendously drunk and being swindled for money by the other.
The more alert of the two quirked an eyebrow "You get lost, boy?" he asked "You're supposed to be out side on wa---have you pissed your pants?!" he exclaimed.
The guard held captive at knife point trembled slightly as his eyes widened. A sudden spray of crimson red erupted from the side of his neck as he shuddered, letting out a gurgled moan.
The captive guard launched forward, crashing against the more alert guard and smashing against the table. In the confusion, Yangh closed the gap between herself and the drunkard guard, almost as if she was in one place then appeared at the next in the blink of an eye.
As quickly as she'd come, she moved away, sauntering towards the other guard who was now scrambling to his feet.
The guard steadied himself and attempted to draw his longsword only to catch his elbow against the wall. He cursed out loud then called out to the drunk guard who was still in his chair.
"Oi! Get up and kill this bitch!" he shouted "I said get up an--" he stopped short as the guard slumped to side, fell from his chair into a heap on the ground and lay in his own pool of blood.
Yangh flashed forward again, seemingly appearing right in front of him in an instant. Two of her fingers shaped into a knife hand form and stabbed at the side of his wind pipe, effectively silencing the guard as the tips pierced the skin and sunk deeply into his neck. She hooked her fingers around his windpipe and pulled, dragging and tearing their way out the front and splashing her face, hair and torso with blood.
She moaned loudly in pleasure, she hadn't killed a soul in three weeks and this act of pure violence was exhilarating. She licked her lips, taking in the taste as she left both guards in their own mess and moved to the final door. She reared up, one foot from the the ground with both arms stretching back past her waist as she gathered a small amount of aether at palms.
She slammed her foot to the ground, dropping her whole body and crashing her palms against the solid door with a twin hand palm strike. The door shattered, bursting off its hinges as the debris was fired across the room like shrapnel.
Their were two men, not guards but torturers it would seem, definitely not combatants of any sort. One had taken a shard of the door in his leg and was immobilized, the other stood in shock and just stared at her. She approached the startled one and crashed a palm strike against the side of his jaw. His jaw crumbled and dislocated from the blow but before he could cry out in pain, she used that same knife hand technique, this time charged with Aether at the finger tips and casually sliced his neck through.
The man fell to the ground dead. She then rounded on the the last man who began to plead for his life.
She dragged him to his feet, pushed him up against the wall and slowly sunk the dagger into the side of his neck. She watched his eyes as he bled out until the spark left them, She chuckled, pushing him aside and approaching her prize.
As she approached, she halted her step, looking around for a moment. She inspected every nook and cranny, every blind spot and darkened corner. The resistance she'd encountered was pathetic, guards barely trained and trained barely to hold a sword.
Again, she scanned the room, looking back out of the doorway. She expected something more but nothing came "Where are these assassins he'd be raving on about?" she thought to herself. Clearly not here, no assassin would guard anything, that isn't their skill set.
Her gaze narrowed on the figure sitting upright with a sack on its head. With a light grip and a quick whip of the wrist she roughly ripped the sack from his head and grinned, her face bloodied. The ends of her hair stained crimson as she'd lost her bandana in the initial tussle.
"Mr. Bard." she said in a sultry tone.
She barely gave him chance to answer as her face hardened. She roughly pressed him flat to the ground, aiming her dagger at his throat. Her eyes smoldered with intensity as she spoke.
"Tell me, Mr. Bard. Do you still wish to die, Hm?" she asked with a hiss and for some reason a slight purr at the end, pushing the sharp blade more forcefully against his flesh.Â
"Speak now!" she hissed, tilting her head and waiting for an answer.
She shook her head trying her best to keep the smile off her face as she traced her fingertips over six separate spots on her body. On the cusp of dusk, she slipped into the darkness, her bandana covering her bright golden hair as she slinked her way to the back of the shack and scaled its walls to the roof.
Curling to a crouch she neared the edge and peeked over at both of the guards as she took a piece of nearby debris and tossed it to the back of the shack.
One guard took the bait, rounding the corner to scout the source of the noise. She dropped down silently into the other guards blind spot, produced two shivs and precisely inserted on into the jugular on his right side and the other vertically upwards, starting from under his chin right the way through to his cranial.
The guard lurched once then fell silent and crumpled to the ground. She had to suppress a groan of pleasure as she pulled the shivs away and rounded the corner for the other guard.
She came upon him from behind, pulled his own dagger from its sheath and pressed it to his throat.
"No sounds... how many are inside. Speak quickly." she said with a hushed whisper.
"Four." he said with a shaky voice
She smiled, pressing the dagger closer as it broke the skin. The guard yelped "Four... there's only four." he said hurriedly
"Good. Come with me." She demanded, pushing him along to the door way. She moved the dagger from his throat and pressed the tip against the back of his neck "In you go. Not a word from you... and you may yet live."
The guard opened the door and stepped through. Yangh used his size to hide her own form as she stepped in behind him. Two guards sat at a table playing some form of a card game. One looked up, the other was horrendously drunk and being swindled for money by the other.
The more alert of the two quirked an eyebrow "You get lost, boy?" he asked "You're supposed to be out side on wa---have you pissed your pants?!" he exclaimed.
The guard held captive at knife point trembled slightly as his eyes widened. A sudden spray of crimson red erupted from the side of his neck as he shuddered, letting out a gurgled moan.
The captive guard launched forward, crashing against the more alert guard and smashing against the table. In the confusion, Yangh closed the gap between herself and the drunkard guard, almost as if she was in one place then appeared at the next in the blink of an eye.
As quickly as she'd come, she moved away, sauntering towards the other guard who was now scrambling to his feet.
The guard steadied himself and attempted to draw his longsword only to catch his elbow against the wall. He cursed out loud then called out to the drunk guard who was still in his chair.
"Oi! Get up and kill this bitch!" he shouted "I said get up an--" he stopped short as the guard slumped to side, fell from his chair into a heap on the ground and lay in his own pool of blood.
Yangh flashed forward again, seemingly appearing right in front of him in an instant. Two of her fingers shaped into a knife hand form and stabbed at the side of his wind pipe, effectively silencing the guard as the tips pierced the skin and sunk deeply into his neck. She hooked her fingers around his windpipe and pulled, dragging and tearing their way out the front and splashing her face, hair and torso with blood.
She moaned loudly in pleasure, she hadn't killed a soul in three weeks and this act of pure violence was exhilarating. She licked her lips, taking in the taste as she left both guards in their own mess and moved to the final door. She reared up, one foot from the the ground with both arms stretching back past her waist as she gathered a small amount of aether at palms.
She slammed her foot to the ground, dropping her whole body and crashing her palms against the solid door with a twin hand palm strike. The door shattered, bursting off its hinges as the debris was fired across the room like shrapnel.
Their were two men, not guards but torturers it would seem, definitely not combatants of any sort. One had taken a shard of the door in his leg and was immobilized, the other stood in shock and just stared at her. She approached the startled one and crashed a palm strike against the side of his jaw. His jaw crumbled and dislocated from the blow but before he could cry out in pain, she used that same knife hand technique, this time charged with Aether at the finger tips and casually sliced his neck through.
The man fell to the ground dead. She then rounded on the the last man who began to plead for his life.
She dragged him to his feet, pushed him up against the wall and slowly sunk the dagger into the side of his neck. She watched his eyes as he bled out until the spark left them, She chuckled, pushing him aside and approaching her prize.
As she approached, she halted her step, looking around for a moment. She inspected every nook and cranny, every blind spot and darkened corner. The resistance she'd encountered was pathetic, guards barely trained and trained barely to hold a sword.
Again, she scanned the room, looking back out of the doorway. She expected something more but nothing came "Where are these assassins he'd be raving on about?" she thought to herself. Clearly not here, no assassin would guard anything, that isn't their skill set.
Her gaze narrowed on the figure sitting upright with a sack on its head. With a light grip and a quick whip of the wrist she roughly ripped the sack from his head and grinned, her face bloodied. The ends of her hair stained crimson as she'd lost her bandana in the initial tussle.
"Mr. Bard." she said in a sultry tone.
She barely gave him chance to answer as her face hardened. She roughly pressed him flat to the ground, aiming her dagger at his throat. Her eyes smoldered with intensity as she spoke.
"Tell me, Mr. Bard. Do you still wish to die, Hm?" she asked with a hiss and for some reason a slight purr at the end, pushing the sharp blade more forcefully against his flesh.Â
"Speak now!" she hissed, tilting her head and waiting for an answer.
