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Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.

Sparks sprayed from the blades and a high-pitched metallic sound reverberated in the hall as our blades crossed each other. “So, it was you who was watching these two brothers,” the assassin said as we pushed our blades on each other, “Then, I guess I shall leave for now. I must report this,” the assassin said sliding his dagger from my blade and immediately took quick back steps and ran so quick that he almost looks like he vanished out of the thin air. I was about to go after him when someone suddenly held my shoulder. “Wait.” I stiffed upon hearing his words. No, no, brother please let me go!

He finally put it to good use. The assassin coughed as he finally managed to breathe. He looked behind him to identify his assailant, only to find out an unfamiliar person dressed in a casual hoodie and sweatpants. He was wearing black, rectangle glasses, and his hair was unkempt. Jay also noticed blood pouring out of his nose. Where the f*ck did this dude come from??? "Aish… how I hate blood…" The man murmured to himself. "What was that?" Jay immediately smacked his mouth for uttering such a dumb question. He just couldn't sit still when someone in front of him said something he couldn't hear!

"Come on, don't say that. I once saved your life." "Did I or did I not say I'd kill you the next time I see your face?" He choked for air as she tightened her grip on his neck. She felt the air shift behind her and turned around quickly, beheading the assassin with Meatpacker's sword. The head falls on the ground and the body on the branch, blood oozing from his body. "Always so fucking predictable." She said through gritted teeth "It was worth a try." She pressed the sword against his throat, putting a little pressure with each passing moment.

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.

He returned a grin at the assassin. The assassin was taken aback at the sudden 180-degree change in expression. He suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. He immediately slashed at his victim’s neck but his knife was stopped by something. He looked down and saw his victim holding the blade of the knife tightly with his bare hand. Blood dripped from it but he did not let go. Before the assassin could re-strategize, he felt something strong and sturdy hit him down below. A moment of silence passed.

The sound of blade slicing flesh rang out continuously. Blood splattered across the pure white snow, like blooming red plum blossoms. Ten seconds. Only ten seconds. When Eira halted, all twelve Dark Blood assassins lay dead in the snow. Each had a bone-deep slit across their throat. The lead assassin knelt on the ground, clutching his gushing neck, staring fixedly at Eira with lifeless eyes. He tried to speak, but his severed windpipe could only let out raspy gasps. Eira stepped before him, looking down coldly.

The sound of fracturing carbon-fiber armor and snapping bone echoed through the lab as the assassin was lifted off the ground, crashing violently into a row of metal storage lockers fifty feet away. The fourth assassin panicked, discarding his heavy rifle and drawing a high-frequency vibro-blade from his hip. He lunged at Rhys’s throat, but Rhys simply raised his left arm. The vibro-blade slammed against the dense carbon-fiber plates of the moonstone wraps, emitting a shower of bright orange sparks.

The assassin pulled a jagged bone-knife from his belt and drove it into Harrison’s side. I saw the flash of red on Harrison’s shirt. The scent of woodsmoke and heated copper filled the room. "Harrison!" "Get the scroll out!" Harrison yelled. He slammed the assassin against a bookshelf, the wood splintering. Books tumbled down like a landslide of history. "Go!"

I whispered to myself. I should have finished this. I shouldn’t have wanted to play with my victim. But who the fuck was I kidding? I was goddamn Lyra, the baddest bitch and best Assassin Aurelia has ever seen. I needed information, and by God, he was gonna give it to me. Dragging him to his feet, I backed him up and sat him down in a chair. Luckily, my bag was near me, and I had silver-infused rope stored in a compartment I had sewn in the bottom. My blade was still against his throat as I dug out the ropes.