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I let the silver come up to full and I let it stay there, no brake, no fold, no ceiling, and I let the Sovereign engine roar without a leash for the second time tonight, and I do not count the exits and I do not count the cameras and I do not count anything at all, because counting is the discipline of a thing that needs to hide, that needs to know where the doors are because it intends to flee through one of them, and I am done hiding, and I am done fleeing, and I am done being smaller than I am. The Phantom Blade is in my hair and the obsidian blade is live in my hand and the disruptor is in my off hand and my own blood is singing, at the very top of its voice, the exact note that this ent

It sounded like an old man. Xasha drew his Storm Caller from his storage ring. The new storm caller's blade was no longer obsidian black. Now it was pearl white. The runes etched into the blade were different; they were much smaller and more perfect. He held it in his hand and was about to activate it. "Attack! Kill him and then kill that bitch inside the carriage too," The same old man shouted, he seemed to be the leader of these assassins.

“Mercenaries, for lack of a better term. We’re highly trained, and it’s all we knew. The fighting, the killing, but at least now we get to choose who we do it for. We’ve been using our services to help right some of the imbalance that we created.” He seemed to finally be saying the things that were bubbling up inside him. The things that I kept cutting him off from saying. That, or he was trying to throw me off, use a trick to try to gain my trust and confidence. It wouldn’t work. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” “Have you heard of The Silent Assassin? He went by many names.” His head shifted so that he looked over his shoulder.

He lunged at me, his blade glinting in the moonlight, but I evaded his attack with a swift sidestep. My fist tightened as I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection with all my strength and speed which opened a hole in his chest. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the forest as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood poured from his mouth, mixing with the dirt beneath him. I stood over his broken form, my chest heaving with exhaustion. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of defiance and defeat. With a cold, heartless smile, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with malice. "Your mission ends here, assassin. You should have stayed home

Barely audible. “Let’s see what you are.” The voice came from behind her. Aurelia spun just as a blade flashed through the darkness. Steel meets instinct. The assassin strikes

Blood started to ooze out from his tattered clothes as the thorns pierce through his skin due to his attempts of breaking free. With a last second decision and with no other choice, Evan planned to call the assassin's attention so he could give some time for the man to escape, even though it has a slim chance, Evan is willing to take it. And when he was about to shout, the thorns quickly covered his mouth, pinning his mouth and sealing his lips, restricting him from doing so.

I swung my blade at him with all my strength but he read my move and countered it, I staggered and he kicked me to the ground. "Fucking vermin! You thought you could take me?' he screamed as he got closer ready to land the killing blow. He raised his weapon, and I had made peace with my death. His chest bursts open and the captain's long sword emerged from the wound, stabbing through clothing, skin, flesh, and bones. Blood splattered on my face and I couldn't see for a moment. When I regained my sight, Captain Hadeshi removed his sword from the assassin's back who had fallen to his knees, and in the same chain slashed his head off.

I removed the blade from the wall, kept the gun for later, I wasn't going to waste my bullets on some assassins. Sucking some air in my lungs, I closed my eyes, my ears catching the soft sounds of footsteps crawling behind me. I turned swiftly, thrust the knife in the direction the sound of ripping flesh filled the air, the warm stench of blood flooding my nostrils. I smirked, shoving the blade down his throat. His body crumbled to the floor alerting the others as they charged in my direction.

Assassins, masked, cloaked, their blades whispering free. Saraphina’s dagger was already in her hand. One figure lunged at her, silent and precise. She sidestepped, caught his wrist, and drove her blade under his arm. He gasped, staggered, fell. The freed roared in panic and defiance, some seizing broken boards, others hurling crates. Lucian met another assassin head on, steel ringing in the half-light. His blade swept fast, parried, then struck deep. Blood sprayed the floorboards. His voice cut through the storm. “Hold the line! Do not scatter!”

I said softly, “they should not slither where fire waits.” From the darkness, steel hissed free. And from the shadows behind them, Cassian moved. His sword flashed silver, cutting through silence with lethal grace. The first assassin lunged for me, only to be caught mid-step Cassian’s blade drove through his chest, the sound wet and final. The second spun, striking low, but I had already seized the fallen dagger. I caught his wrist, twisting hard. Bone cracked, and his weapon clattered to the floor. I drove my knee into his gut, sending him sprawling.