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“Second, I want to kill bastards like the men who put Hugo through so much pain.” He walked up to me, that stupid smirk on his face. “I see... so that's what this is about? Playing heroin?” “Either ways I still get to kill don't I? ,” I said. He was silent for a long moment. Then he walked back to where his blade was. “An Assassin's job is not about playing hero Isabella, it's about wits, and also risking your life.” he said. “Did I mention the bloodlust? You're not strong enough.”

However, during the distraction, I didn’t notice that one of the wolves had circled around me until they bit me on my right calf, causing my leg to give out and I fell to the ground. As I lay there, an angry, growling, dark brown wolf slowly walked towards me to deliver the final death blow. I tried to protect myself by lifting my hand to stab them, but my arms were like weights. I thought, this is it. This is the end. Out of all the enemies I have made as an assassin, a fucking wolf will be the death of me. My head hit the ground as it got too heavy to lift. All I could do was turn it to the side and watch as death came for me.

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.

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.

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.

The night wind carried the scorched sweetness into every open window of the estate. The first assassin burst from the pine forest. A curved blade raised high. Rex smashed the pommel of his sword into the blade. Sparks of clashing metal exploded in the night. The assassin's grip shattered. The curved blade flew from his hand. It embedded itself in a tree trunk. Rex reversed his swing. He slammed the flat of the greatsword into the assassin's chest. The sound of breaking ribs was muffled by the night wind. "Three Alphas. Save time. All at once."

Those cold, heartless, malicious eyes hidden behind the mask also indicated that the guy was a skilled assassin. "You're lightning fast!" I take a step back, but the shadow accelerates even more. The flashing grey blade was almost in front of my eyes. -Clang! I raised my blade to block the assassin's blade, and the assassin's greyish blade connected with my sword fiercely. The assassin's sword fractured with a cracking sound, with some of the shards cutting into his and my faces, leaving crimson lines on both of our faces. 'His blade was razor-sharp enough to sever my skin.' This was observed by me.

He needed only one strike, believing that whatever miraculous power, whatever formidable technique, or whatever layered defense his opponent deployed would be rendered useless under his single, decisive blow. In that instant, the blade's terrifying gleam overshadowed the very sky. Its crushing, murderous intent surrounded Aiden, and that single, downward slash cleaved Aiden's body perfectly in two. It sent his blood spraying out in a torrent. It was then that the once-dreaded Assassin's Guild was completely annihilated, leaving no survivors to speak of its existence.

“Then work I shall.” Again, the blade slashed downward. Zev jerked to the side, catching the edge of the metal tray stand and shoving it forward. Instruments scattered noisily to the ground. One scalpel skittered within reach. His fingers snatched it up, gripping it tightly, knuckles white despite the weakness in his limbs. The assassin lunged, aiming for his chest. Zev slashed upward with the scalpel, carving a deep line into the man’s forearm. A muffled curse escaped the intruder as the blade cut through his sleeve and into flesh. Blood sprayed, and for a moment the assassin staggered.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea