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Pain

Lindice woke several hours later, turning over with a groan. She shuffled onto her hands and knees, rubbing the back of her neck and sitting on her heels. Remembering what had happened she looked around quickly. He was gone and she was alive still. Her shoulders slumped in dissappointment….

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Walking

Feral trudged on feeling the exhaustion from a lack of sleep. He had covered his mark again while debating on his next move. He knew he needed to get somewhere most people wouldnt look for him. But before that he needed a city to stay in. “Undercity.” he thought to himself. This would be a good place for him to get a better idea of where to go. He entered Orgrimmar once again and made his way to the zepplins.

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Heading home

She left the hut, the sun just coming up over bluffs.  She sighed.  She had to get out of the sun, but she wanted to go home for now.  Or at least get to the Easter Kindom.  She hated Kalimdor and all she wanted right now was to think, to remember his moves, how he moved.  Lost in thought, her things where they belonged, she headed back to Orgrimmar to take a Zepplin back to Undercity.  His stance was nothing she’d ever seen before, his movements feeling more like water but with the strength to kill.  Control. Again she sighed at her lack of any type of power.  As she walked she would try to mimic his steps as he moved to her but it never felt right.  Over and over all the way to Org she altered her steps fast slow fast fast heel toe toe slow fast toe heel.  She couldn’t get it down right.  Finally reaching the gates she easily sank into the crowd, moving past the guards and over to the zepplins.

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Sewers Yay

 Feral finally reached Undercity after what felt like one of the longest plane flights in his life. He could smell undercity from a mile away. This place smelled aweful to him but all he needed to do was stay for a few days while so he could make his plans. He made his way down the elevator to undercity. The rush it made on its decent always gave the feeling of free falling before they came to a full stop. Feral made his way to part of the outer ring and crouched down behind a few sets of boxes. He pulled out a pipe and a small amount of blood thistle. As addicting as the substance was he could never go far without it he felt. He inhaled the strange elf herb and began to feel his body slip into a more relaxed state. “What to do next.” he thought as he continued to bring the pipe to his lips. The smoke pulling in hot into his mouth before making its way into his lungs where he held it for some time. He would then let the smoke stream out of his mouth with a slow exhale.

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Lindice waited for the next zepplin too lost in thought to pay much attention to sneaking onto the zepplin.  Greatfully it was crowded enough to make her boarding easy enough to navigate.  Once again she made her way to the balcony, looking out over Orgrimmar.  What was she going to do... she would go after him sure but she was in no shape to go after him again.  She need practice.  He was not going to kill her.  She could tell that much. She shook her head "She would not underestimate him.  He could end her life if he wanted at any time.  Another go.  She'd have to keep trying.  She had to watch him, learn him.  This hit would take longer than she thought...

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Pain

Lindice woke several hours later, turning over with a groan. She shuffled onto her hands and knees, rubbing the back of her neck and sitting on her heels. Remembering what had happened she looked around quickly. He was gone and she was alive still. Her shoulders slumped in dissappointment….

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Walking

Feral trudged on feeling the exhaustion from a lack of sleep. He had covered his mark again while debating on his next move. He knew he needed to get somewhere most people wouldnt look for him. But before that he needed a city to stay in. “Undercity.” he thought to himself. This would be a good place for him to get a better idea of where to go. He entered Orgrimmar once again and made his way to the zepplins.

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Heading home

She left the hut, the sun just coming up over bluffs.  She sighed.  She had to get out of the sun, but she wanted to go home for now.  Or at least get to the Easter Kindom.  She hated Kalimdor and all she wanted right now was to think, to remember his moves, how he moved.  Lost in thought, her things where they belonged, she headed back to Orgrimmar to take a Zepplin back to Undercity.  His stance was nothing she'd ever seen before, his movements feeling more like water but with the strength to kill.  Control. Again she sighed at her lack of any type of power.  As she walked she would try to mimic his steps as he moved to her but it never felt right.  Over and over all the way to Org she altered her steps fast slow fast fast heel toe toe slow fast toe heel.  She couldn't get it down right.  Finally reaching the gates she easily sank into the crowd, moving past the guards and over to the zepplins.

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Gone again

Pain

Lindice woke several hours later, turning over with a groan.  She shuffled onto her hands and knees, rubbing the back of her neck and sitting on her heels.  Remembering what had happened she looked around quickly. He was gone and she was alive still.  Her shoulders slumped in dissappointment.  Finding him again would be near impossible this time.  She began to get to her feet but her whole body ached.  Her shoulder was sore, her head felt like it was wanting to explode and her throat felt bruised.  She coughed and rubbed her face with both hands.  Hesitating she felt the line on her cheek and frowned.  She looked around for her dagger, bringing it up use it as a mirror and sure enough there was the thing cut on her cheek.  She tried to remember how she'd gotten it.  He'd never drawn a weapon on her and she hadn't hurt herself.  "When... " she sighed.  He must have made the mark after he'd knocked her senseless. Fair trade, she thought.  She'd cut his ankle, he'd cut her cheek.  Both had already left their mark on eachother.  Why had he left her alive though? Finally she got to her feet and gathered her things, including the tomatoe soaked cloth, frowning at the hole she herself had made through it thinking she'd gotten him.

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Don’t let me down

The moment he let her down she tackled him. “I said I would go after you if you let me go! The only family I’ve ever known is that guild! And all it’s ever been is do this do that, live your life in this way so you can be normal, our lives are so terrible! Nevermind all the…

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  Thats it.

He let her grab his neck he let her feel his neck tense up from her force. His air was indeed cut-off and he could easily fall into a stat of unconsciousnesses , but her form was sloopy her footing was weak. He reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly and began to pull her hands away from his throat . He wiggled a leg up and put his foot flat against her stomach and kick with full force. Letting her feel every muscle in his leg as it released itself to push her off. He stood there glaring at her as he pulled a small needle like object from his pocket. “This is where you die.” he muttered

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All or nothing at all

She coughed and flew back from the kick, slamming against the wall. “Go on then!” she managed to matter through a cough. She grabbed her dagger from the wall and charged him.  Despite her anger, tears grew at the corner of her eyes.  She was scared, terrified even, but she was going to become someone or die trying.  Her movements were fast but sloppy, anger guiding her.  Despite her sloppy attacks they were strong, passionate, and held her heart.

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 Sleep Child.

   Feral sighed as he saw her lunge at him once again.  He turned his side and guided her hand to let the dagger glide past his rib cage ever so delicately  He could feel her raw strength as she tried to kill him. He knew there was no more reasoning with her, she had to be dealt with like a child who wanted something. He raised a hand up in a fist and brought it down at the back of her neck. His feet planting themselves hard against the ground letting him rotate at his shoulder to give it more force. 

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Down for the count

She felt the blow and for a moment she was afraid this really was it, but it was darkness and loss of feeling.  Maybe she was dead.  Shame... there was so much she still wanted, need.  In her unconcious state she groaned and her fingertips twitched.

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Don’t let me down

The moment he let her down she tackled him. “I said I would go after you if you let me go! The only family I’ve ever known is that guild! And all it’s ever been is do this do that, live your life in this way so you can be normal, our lives are so terrible! Nevermind all the…

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  Thats it.

He let her grab his neck he let her feel his neck tense up from her force. His air was indeed cut-off and he could easily fall into a stat of unconsciousnesses , but her form was sloopy her footing was weak. He reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly and began to pull her hands away from his throat . He wiggled a leg up and put his foot flat against her stomach and kick with full force. Letting her feel every muscle in his leg as it released itself to push her off. He stood there glaring at her as he pulled a small needle like object from his pocket. “This is where you die.” he muttered

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All or nothing at all

She coughed and flew back from the kick, slamming against the wall. "Go on then!" she managed to matter through a cough. She grabbed her dagger from the wall and charged him.  Despite her anger, tears grew at the corner of her eyes.  She was scared, terrified even, but she was going to become someone or die trying.  Her movements were fast but sloppy, anger guiding her.  Despite her sloppy attacks they were strong, passionate, and held her heart.

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Round Three?

Don't let me down

The moment he let her down she tackled him. "I said I would go after you if you let me go! The only family I've ever known is that guild!  And all it's ever been is do this do that, live your life in this way so you can be normal, our lives are so terrible!  Nevermind all the things we can do without being told no.  They could change the whole damn world and they do nothing!  Nothing but kill for who ever pays the most! Die already!" she put her hands around his throat, squeezing as hard as she could.

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Let’s try this again

His snores were reassuring. If he was asleep that would make her job much easier. Still warry she moved closer and her eyes already adjusted to the low lighting. She could just make out his figure, taking her time to find his throat before she lunged with a…

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That’s it?!

She blinked with suprise, not moving her dagger.  That was all it took?  This man was an assassin and he was killed that easily?  She laughed as she felt him go limp.  She was going to finally join the guild as an assassin!  She stood and put a hand over her mouth and mask to stifle her cheer.  She’d made her kill and and this was finally it.  She giggled and sighed, leaning back over him. “Thank you..” she whispered to herself as she began to pull her dagger back.

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 It’s Super Effective

   Feral laid motionless hearing he mumble her thank you. “Innocent Child” he thought to himself. The guild was looking to turn another person into a world renowned killer. But this girl, she seemed to understand her killings. Feeling the dagger start its with draw he turned his body slowly to make it feel as if it was being pulled from his body. Once her blade had almost freed itself and he had turned over all the way. He quickly jerk his head back and threw it forward towards her. Bringing his forehead to meet hers with full force “Don’t be so cocky!” h e shouted as he flew threw the air. His hand extended out and grabbing the hilt of the dagger and trying to wrench it free from her grasp  His teeth clenched tight , his body tensed up he would look like a cornered wild bore. 

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It’s a zombie!

She went wide eyed as he head butted her, making her fall back on her rear with a head to her head.  She let out a cry of pain and covered her face compleatly “The fel!” she yelped and lowered her hands trying to see where he’d gone but there wasn’t just one man but three all of them crouched in the corner.  She scooted back trying to focus, eyes crossed and a large red bump already forming on her head.  “I just killed you!” she groaned and continued to back up, feeling for the door.  Death was perma… oh.  She glanced down where he’d been laying and spotted the red tomatoe (or rather three of them) under the cloth she had stabbed through.  Well she felt idiotic.

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You Got A Little Something

 He turned the dagger in his hand so that he was now holding the blade. Pulling the hand back he took carefuly aim and snapped his hand forward releasing the blade. It sailed through the air as it slipped from his fingers. The blade finally found its mark and landed on the wall just above her head. Feral walked angrily towards her letting her hear every foot step in the soft sand. He picked up the tomato in one hand and walked right up in front of her. He gave a mean smirk look on his face as he brought the tomato down on her hair. He rubbed it deep into her scalp “This feel like flesh to you? Like blood you young fool?.” 

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Three on one isn’t fair.

As he approached she finally had her back to the wall looking up to see her blade above her. She made a face as she felt the tomatoe get smooshed on her head and she tried to bat his hand away “Hush!” she yelped but she was still dizzy from the headbutt, the world swimming in front of her.  She glared and tried to wipe the tomatoe out of her hair as the juice ran down her face.  She tried to make a kick in front of her but her aim was way off.  “It’s not about the blood anyways!”

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 Kids These Days

“Then why join the assassins?” he said through his teeth. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and hoisting her up to her feet. “Now, Last chance leave and I wont kill you.” He pushed her up against the wall pinning her their slightly with his other hand. His face pulled forward in an angry expression. “Whats your answer?” He said in a growl, his voice crackling slightly in his rage. He eyed her up and down for more weapons to be on the safe side. “Your much to young, you still got your life. Still got puberty to hit.” 

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Don't ask

At his motion she cringed as he yanked her up by her hair but the pain of that was quickly forgotten as he asked why she wanted to be an assassin. "Young?  YOUNG?!  I've grown up with the assassins!  Lord Grey has never trained me.  Never taught me to live this life but this is what I want.  Kill me if you don't like my answer.  I'd rather be dead than live a life with no meaning, no purpose and no influence.  I'm not going to live as a lady of Silvermoon to be pranced about as a trophy!  To fel with you! Kill me then!  You've killed 'children' before I'm sure!  You betrayed your family and I'm going to kill you if you let me go!" she glared angrily finally focussed enough to see him. She reached for his bandage to rip it back and expose his mark.  "Go.. on."

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Let’s try this again

His snores were reassuring. If he was asleep that would make her job much easier. Still warry she moved closer and her eyes already adjusted to the low lighting. She could just make out his figure, taking her time to find his throat before she lunged with a…

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That’s it?!

She blinked with suprise, not moving her dagger.  That was all it took?  This man was an assassin and he was killed that easily?  She laughed as she felt him go limp.  She was going to finally join the guild as an assassin!  She stood and put a hand over her mouth and mask to stifle her cheer.  She’d made her kill and and this was finally it.  She giggled and sighed, leaning back over him. “Thank you..” she whispered to herself as she began to pull her dagger back.

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 It’s Super Effective

   Feral laid motionless hearing he mumble her thank you. “Innocent Child” he thought to himself. The guild was looking to turn another person into a world renowned killer. But this girl, she seemed to understand her killings. Feeling the dagger start its with draw he turned his body slowly to make it feel as if it was being pulled from his body. Once her blade had almost freed itself and he had turned over all the way. He quickly jerk his head back and threw it forward towards her. Bringing his forehead to meet hers with full force “Don’t be so cocky!” h e shouted as he flew threw the air. His hand extended out and grabbing the hilt of the dagger and trying to wrench it free from her grasp  His teeth clenched tight , his body tensed up he would look like a cornered wild bore. 

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It’s a zombie!

She went wide eyed as he head butted her, making her fall back on her rear with a head to her head.  She let out a cry of pain and covered her face compleatly “The fel!” she yelped and lowered her hands trying to see where he’d gone but there wasn’t just one man but three all of them crouched in the corner.  She scooted back trying to focus, eyes crossed and a large red bump already forming on her head.  “I just killed you!” she groaned and continued to back up, feeling for the door.  Death was perma… oh.  She glanced down where he’d been laying and spotted the red tomatoe (or rather three of them) under the cloth she had stabbed through.  Well she felt idiotic.

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You Got A Little Something

 He turned the dagger in his hand so that he was now holding the blade. Pulling the hand back he took carefuly aim and snapped his hand forward releasing the blade. It sailed through the air as it slipped from his fingers. The blade finally found its mark and landed on the wall just above her head. Feral walked angrily towards her letting her hear every foot step in the soft sand. He picked up the tomato in one hand and walked right up in front of her. He gave a mean smirk look on his face as he brought the tomato down on her hair. He rubbed it deep into her scalp “This feel like flesh to you? Like blood you young fool?.” 

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Three on one isn't fair.

As he approached she finally had her back to the wall looking up to see her blade above her. She made a face as she felt the tomatoe get smooshed on her head and she tried to bat his hand away "Hush!" she yelped but she was still dizzy from the headbutt, the world swimming in front of her.  She glared and tried to wipe the tomatoe out of her hair as the juice ran down her face.  She tried to make a kick in front of her but her aim was way off.  "It's not about the blood anyways!"

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Let’s try this again

His snores were reassuring. If he was asleep that would make her job much easier. Still warry she moved closer and her eyes already adjusted to the low lighting. She could just make out his figure, taking her time to find his throat before she lunged with a…

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That’s it?!

She blinked with suprise, not moving her dagger.  That was all it took?  This man was an assassin and he was killed that easily?  She laughed as she felt him go limp.  She was going to finally join the guild as an assassin!  She stood and put a hand over her mouth and mask to stifle her cheer.  She’d made her kill and and this was finally it.  She giggled and sighed, leaning back over him. “Thank you..” she whispered to herself as she began to pull her dagger back.

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 It’s Super Effective

   Feral laid motionless hearing he mumble her thank you. “Innocent Child” he thought to himself. The guild was looking to turn another person into a world renowned killer. But this girl, she seemed to understand her killings. Feeling the dagger start its with draw he turned his body slowly to make it feel as if it was being pulled from his body. Once her blade had almost freed itself and he had turned over all the way. He quickly jerk his head back and threw it forward towards her. Bringing his forehead to meet hers with full force “Don’t be so cocky!” h e shouted as he flew threw the air. His hand extended out and grabbing the hilt of the dagger and trying to wrench it free from her grasp  His teeth clenched tight , his body tensed up he would look like a cornered wild bore. 

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It's a zombie!

She went wide eyed as he head butted her, making her fall back on her rear with a head to her head.  She let out a cry of pain and covered her face compleatly “The fel!” she yelped and lowered her hands trying to see where he’d gone but there wasn’t just one man but three all of them crouched in the corner.  She scooted back trying to focus, eyes crossed and a large red bump already forming on her head.  “I just killed you!” she groaned and continued to back up, feeling for the door.  Death was perma… oh.  She glanced down where he’d been laying and spotted the red tomatoe (or rather three of them) under the cloth she had stabbed through.  Well she felt idiotic.

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Let’s try this again

His snores were reassuring. If he was asleep that would make her job much easier. Still warry she moved closer and her eyes already adjusted to the low lighting. She could just make out his figure, taking her time to find his throat before she lunged with a...

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That's it?!

She blinked with suprise, not moving her dagger.  That was all it took?  This man was an assassin and he was killed that easily?  She laughed as she felt him go limp.  She was going to finally join the guild as an assassin!  She stood and put a hand over her mouth and mask to stifle her cheer.  She'd made her kill and and this was finally it.  She giggled and sighed, leaning back over him. "Thank you.." she whispered to herself as she began to pull her dagger back.

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Round Two

Let's try this again

His snores were reassuring.  If he was asleep that would make her job much easier.  Still warry she moved closer and her eyes already adjusted to the low lighting.  She could just make out his figure, taking her time to find his throat before she lunged with a dagger out streched.  Her sudden movement making more noise than she intended.  She had to disguise this time, just a mask over her face and her black hair was cropped short, and pinned away from her face.

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Anger

Only one thing drove her to keep running and not run back and fight him. Information. She could do two things at this point. Keep hunting this man, or go home and ask for more information. Finding a place to hide she kicked at the wall giving a final twist to her hands, now positioned to…

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Woman And Their Claws

     Feral eyed the odd women as she ran off into the distance. With a  great sigh he dropped the wig to the ground, the giving a nice flop against the dirt pathway. “Children, don’t know when to give up do they.” he mumbled to himself. He took his left foot to start his stride as he felt a stinging pain come across it. He looked down to see a rip in the cloth that cover his leg. A small trickle of warm flesh blood ran down. He had a scratch spanning a little portion of his leg. “Damn girls and their claws.” he muttered angrily as his continued on his way down the path. Eye left and right to make sure the girl wasn’t still following him. He reached back into his bag and pulled another bandage and applied it to his face to cover the scar. His paranoia still not settling down till he knew if she was still after him or not.

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Got what I needed

She inspected the blood on the edge of her dagger.  It hadn’t been as deep as she’d liked but it would be enough.  She pulled out a bit of cloth from her bag and wiped her blade clean, storing the cloth in her chest armor.    After putting away her dagger, the best thing she could do now was to follow him back to what ever hole he’d come from.  She rubbed her injured shoulder and cringed.  Her fingertips on that arm were going numb, which ment she would have to re-dislocate it to try and get it back in again the right way.  It would have to wait, she didn’t want to waste any more time catching up to him.   She ran along the roof tops, careful to make her footsteps light and quite.  Finally she caught sight of him, and she crouched down to watch his movements.

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 I’m Trying To Cook Dinner Here

  He made his way back towards the front gates, weaving in and out of people trying to stay in the middle of the crowds as best he could. His one chance to lose anybody would be in a gathering like this. He finally managed to find a break in the crowd and made his way out of the front gates he quickly made a left ignoring any guard that stared at him. “Need to eat.” he thought to himself as his stomach gave a rumble. Turning to the left as he left the gates behind him his pace picking up as he continued to walk back towards the camp he had left from the night before. The dirt kicking up behind him stuck to his fresh cut drying the blood and causing the wound to sting a little bit. He ignored it knowing that soon he could fill his stomach with the good he had bought and stolen today.

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He’s trying to be sneaky!

All his weaving through the crouds was annoying.  Forcing her to jump down from the rooftops and slip in behind him.  Once he’d defected from the group she waited until he was just about to be out of sight before she followed, unhappy with the lack of trees in the area to hide behind but she would manage.  The pain in her arm was getting worse and by now she couldn’t so much as move her hand.  She moved across the red groud, little bits of dirt and rocks seeming determined to make her more obviouse with their sound, making her pace slow.  She followed after him until they reached the small hut that looked hand made.  Knowing where he was was enough.  She backed away from his little encampment to readjust her shoulder again, using his belt again to bite down onto.  What was she going to do now.  She debated on attacking again but she would have to be careful.  Mess up here again she may lose her life, or worse he would leave and she’d have to track him down again.  She had to be more careful now.  He would be expecting her at this point, so maybe waiting a few nights would be better?

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That Taste

     He dropped his bag inside the hut and took a seat on the ground. He grabbed some raw vegetables out and began to munch down on them. Most the vegetables where very bitter in taste, but he knew he needed the nutrients in them. He could forget the taste for the next few days. He would care for his body much like anyone would care for a delicate machine, if one part didnt work how he wanted it to he would have a problem. The dirt inside the hut was cool against his skin, causing small goose-bumps to form up his legs. Who was that women that attacked him? He gathered she was part of the assassins, but she wasnt like the others before her. Feral eased himself onto his back propping his head up slightly with his hands. Closing his eyes he let their darkness help ease him into a light sleep. He needed rest after his run in today.

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Action would be the best choice

Lindice sighed as she rolled her injured shouder.  She'd gotten it right this time but it was still sore and would need to be wrapped but she had a target, although she began to doubt if she should even go after him again.  There had to be a reason she'd been sent in blind to fight him.  Something to explain why her father had bearly given her the information she needed in order to make the kill.  No.  She had to have faith in him.  He'd never led her wrong and had always wanted the best for her.  This was a test.  With her mind made up she decided to make another assassination attempt.  This time with suprise hopefully.  She snuck over to the hut and peered in careful of her feet not to make any noise.  In his sleep he looked so peaceful and she tried not to think of him as another life she was about to take.  Carefully she opened the door and stepped in.

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Anger

Only one thing drove her to keep running and not run back and fight him. Information. She could do two things at this point. Keep hunting this man, or go home and ask for more information. Finding a place to hide she kicked at the wall giving a final twist to her hands, now positioned to…

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Woman And Their Claws

     Feral eyed the odd women as she ran off into the distance. With a  great sigh he dropped the wig to the ground, the giving a nice flop against the dirt pathway. “Children, don’t know when to give up do they.” he mumbled to himself. He took his left foot to start his stride as he felt a stinging pain come across it. He looked down to see a rip in the cloth that cover his leg. A small trickle of warm flesh blood ran down. He had a scratch spanning a little portion of his leg. “Damn girls and their claws.” he muttered angrily as his continued on his way down the path. Eye left and right to make sure the girl wasn’t still following him. He reached back into his bag and pulled another bandage and applied it to his face to cover the scar. His paranoia still not settling down till he knew if she was still after him or not.

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Got what I needed

She inspected the blood on the edge of her dagger.  It hadn’t been as deep as she’d liked but it would be enough.  She pulled out a bit of cloth from her bag and wiped her blade clean, storing the cloth in her chest armor.    After putting away her dagger, the best thing she could do now was to follow him back to what ever hole he’d come from.  She rubbed her injured shoulder and cringed.  Her fingertips on that arm were going numb, which ment she would have to re-dislocate it to try and get it back in again the right way.  It would have to wait, she didn’t want to waste any more time catching up to him.   She ran along the roof tops, careful to make her footsteps light and quite.  Finally she caught sight of him, and she crouched down to watch his movements.

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 I’m Trying To Cook Dinner Here

  He made his way back towards the front gates, weaving in and out of people trying to stay in the middle of the crowds as best he could. His one chance to lose anybody would be in a gathering like this. He finally managed to find a break in the crowd and made his way out of the front gates he quickly made a left ignoring any guard that stared at him. “Need to eat.” he thought to himself as his stomach gave a rumble. Turning to the left as he left the gates behind him his pace picking up as he continued to walk back towards the camp he had left from the night before. The dirt kicking up behind him stuck to his fresh cut drying the blood and causing the wound to sting a little bit. He ignored it knowing that soon he could fill his stomach with the good he had bought and stolen today.

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He's trying to be sneaky!

All his weaving through the crouds was annoying.  Forcing her to jump down from the rooftops and slip in behind him.  Once he'd defected from the group she waited until he was just about to be out of sight before she followed, unhappy with the lack of trees in the area to hide behind but she would manage.  The pain in her arm was getting worse and by now she couldn't so much as move her hand.  She moved across the red groud, little bits of dirt and rocks seeming determined to make her more obviouse with their sound, making her pace slow.  She followed after him until they reached the small hut that looked hand made.  Knowing where he was was enough.  She backed away from his little encampment to readjust her shoulder again, using his belt again to bite down onto.  What was she going to do now.  She debated on attacking again but she would have to be careful.  Mess up here again she may lose her life, or worse he would leave and she'd have to track him down again.  She had to be more careful now.  He would be expecting her at this point, so maybe waiting a few nights would be better?

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Anger

Only one thing drove her to keep running and not run back and fight him. Information. She could do two things at this point. Keep hunting this man, or go home and ask for more information. Finding a place to hide she kicked at the wall giving a final twist to her hands, now positioned to…

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Woman And Their Claws

     Feral eyed the odd women as she ran off into the distance. With a  great sigh he dropped the wig to the ground, the giving a nice flop against the dirt pathway. “Children, don’t know when to give up do they.” he mumbled to himself. He took his left foot to start his stride as he felt a stinging pain come across it. He looked down to see a rip in the cloth that cover his leg. A small trickle of warm flesh blood ran down. He had a scratch spanning a little portion of his leg. “Damn girls and their claws.” he muttered angrily as his continued on his way down the path. Eye left and right to make sure the girl wasn’t still following him. He reached back into his bag and pulled another bandage and applied it to his face to cover the scar. His paranoia still not settling down till he knew if she was still after him or not.

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Got what I needed

She inspected the blood on the edge of her dagger.  It hadn't been as deep as she'd liked but it would be enough.  She pulled out a bit of cloth from her bag and wiped her blade clean, storing the cloth in her chest armor.    After putting away her dagger, the best thing she could do now was to follow him back to what ever hole he'd come from.  She rubbed her injured shoulder and cringed.  Her fingertips on that arm were going numb, which ment she would have to re-dislocate it to try and get it back in again the right way.  It would have to wait, she didn't want to waste any more time catching up to him.   She ran along the roof tops, careful to make her footsteps light and quite.  Finally she caught sight of him, and she crouched down to watch his movements.

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Seperated

Anger

Only one thing drove her to keep running and not run back and fight him.  Information.  She could do two things at this point. Keep hunting this man, or go home and ask for more information.  Finding a place to hide she kicked at the wall giving a final twist to her hands, now positioned to allower her to step over her arms to bring her hands in front of her and properly see where she was cutting at his belt.  The tedious work only frustrated her more, and she grit her teeth.  She had heard the kind of information the other assassins had recieved about their targets.  'Details give you the advantage.' is what she had heard.  But she had been given little to no information.  Finally free of the belt she gripped it tightly suddenly remembering the pain in her shoulder.  She whimpered as she looked at it.  Her arm twisted at an odd angle.  This would slow her down but she had to double back and follow him again.  She bit into the belt as she adjusted the arm to where she thought was right and shoved it into place with a loud pop.  Her eyes teared up and she only  groaned and whimpered through her bite.  Clutching her shoulder she swallowed and looked down at her blade, hoping it had gotten her what she needed.

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Bumping into him

Found

Lindice looked up and down the alley before deciding to go into the tobbaco stench bar.  Place like that was off the path and she might find some information.  She reached into her bag and pulled out a short red wig.  Looking around before fitting it snuggly onto her head and walking into the bar, keeping her head down.  She glanced at the patrons.  Trolls, orcs, one undead even and a elf.  She glanced at each of them then paused when she saw him.  A patch on his face was all she had to see.  Not wanting to be caught staring she walked up to the bar keeper and set down a bag of coins with a small note inside.  “Bourbon.” she said. He nodded, taking the pouch and glancing at the note before looking back at her then to the hooded elf in the corner. She looked surprised.  Well that was an easy find.  Her luck was never this good.  She gave a small nod and took her drink and walked towards an empty booth to be able to keep an eye on the elf.  She groaned as she sat, making sure her weapons were hidden by her own cloak and leaned back. “Too hot here..” she muttered and took a sip on her drink.

Not The Right Type

As Feral turned from his seat , it creaking slightly under his weight, he started towards the door slightly eyeing the elf in the corner of the room. Her type was not the kind that would belong in here “Although I must look out of place.” he thought to himself. Feral’s foot steps fell light across the floor, each foot seemingly placed strategically with each step. His pace kept slightly brisk like someone who was running a bit late. He reached his hand for the door and pushed it open just slightly. He could feel his heart starting to beat in his chest as his instincts told him he needed to leave. Feral took a deep breath before turning his head slightly to eye the elf once more before pulling his hood up over his head. Suddenly he bolted out the door letting it slam loudly against the old stone walls, causing the sign to creak back and forth loudly. Foot falls falling loudly against the dusty grounds of Orgrimmar. He knew something wasn’t quiet right with that women , he just wanted to venture as far as he could between her and himself.

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He just had to run

“Oh for the love of…” she muttered as she saw him bolt.  Downing her drink with one gulp she stood and walked to the door, seeing him turn a corner just in time.  This wasn’t how she wanted to track him down.  She sprinted after him, not quite at top speed but she kept up with him, not too close to be obvious but enough to not lose him.  She mostly just wanted to see which way he was going to try and escape.  Once she found a pattern she branched off, jumping up on to the buildings via a  series of boxes.  She sped up to cut him off jumping down in front of him, red hair wig still tight on her.  “Enough!” she lunged at him.  Her advantage was speed…. but she had one … very inconvenient problem.  She had never been trained in hand to hand combat.

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  You’re Not Very Good At This….

      Every corner he took seemed to take longer and longer till she was finally out of his sight. He looked back and saw she wasn’t following him, his heart slowed down as he felt a rush of relief  He turned his head to see the odd elf lunging at him. Her attack very obvious from her shouting. his body reacted almost by relfex as his feet planted hard forcing him to pivot on the spot. As he turned he reached out and grabbed one of her hands and pulled her quickly towards the ground stepping behind her with a fluid motion. His strength seemed to be delicately placed to throw her off balance. He pulled on her arm trying to force it behind her as he reached towards her hip. “Step one, over take your opponent.” he said with a  sinister sound behind his voice as the sweat ate at the bandage on his face causing part of it to peel off. The dust being kicked up clung to his face and made his breathing seem that much more heavy.

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Well that didn’t go as planned

Lindice gritted her teeth, suprised how quickly he adjusted to her attack, and his words stung at her pride.  She knew the rules.  She’d heard her ‘father’ say them over and over to his trainees.  Realizing he was reaching for her weapons she yanked with all her might to free her arm, twisting her shoulder out of place and trying to shrug him off to face him again.  Her arm was hurting, making tears come to her eyes but she barely payed any attention to the pain.  She had to overpower him somehow.  She crouched down, waiting for his next move, she hopped she could counder and use her speed to give herthe upper hand.

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  This Should Do It

Feeling he twist underneath his grasp he quickly released her and pulled away. He planted his feet firmly on the ground his eyes not breaking from her for even a second. One hand raised in front of him palm open as if waiting for her to move. He reached down with his other hand and pulled off his leather belt. The belt made a slight hissing noise much like a snake as it freed itself from his pants. He held it up in front of himself. “Step Two, if that doesn’t work Sub-due them.” He lunged towards her his feet barely making contact with the ground before the flung him gracefuly towards her. He snapped the belt forth , making it snap much like a whip, trying to her it around her hand. His feet again making him pivot with ease around her. He seemed to be trying to tie her hands against each other. the bandage now falling free from his face as his increased activity caused him to sweat more and more. Causing his messy hair to pull down with the moisture.

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He was fast

His agility suprised her and she bearly had a chance to dodge the initial few snaps until one finally caught her greatfully it was her good arm.  In the fray she noticed his bandage was gone and she saw the mark, and she almost froze compleatly, thus giving him time to bind her wrists. “Traitor!” she yelled as he over powered her and she gave great effort to pull her wrists free but it was too late for that.  She struggled to stay on her feet. She had been sent after a traitor of the assassins!  Why hadn’t he told her! She was dealing with an assassin!  Fury built up inside her making her struggle more violently against him.

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 Too Young

  Feral could feel her words sting against him, but he knew he was responsible for the life that he lived now. He quickly pulled her upright pulling on her with he strength, his muscles flexing slightly causing the leather to pull on his skin. Letting go of he hands after tieing a very tight note in the belt he gave her a kick on the butt to send her walking. “This is what the guild sends now? Children to fight me?.” He seemed infuriated his face turning red as his face pulled tight into a scowl  He pointed a finger sternly at her “Leave. You are much to young to face the likes of me.” his body stiffened as he finished his sentence, his body flexing tightly causing him to look as if he was getting ready for a fight.

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Not that young

She growled at the kick and swung around.  Her hands working franticly at the belt.  "I'm not a child!" she wasn't intimidated by him.  Not yet, she was pissed.  Information was essential to finding anyone.  She been sent into this mission blind!  Anyone who was a traitor had extensive information known about them.  She looked down, seeing one of her daggers just lying there, her wig slipping she flung it at him with a shake of his head she squated down quickly to pick it up, and sprinted at him, just as she was about to seemingly attempt to tackle him she half fell to the ground, sliding by him and twisting to try and cut at his leg, with her dagger behind her back before jumping back to her feet and running off.