Let The Morning Come.
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A brilliant idea, though she forgot to take into account the mysterious man’s incredible finesse- foolish.. she blamed it on not being to actually see him but she should have given him more credit for being able to even get the jump on her in the fist place. She realized this was a grave mistake and she was lucky to even be alive.. If there was another opportunity like before it needed to be absolute- she would not be given three chances..
She leans into the man as he leaps with her. Impressive. Sadly, Lux did not have the time at the moment to applaud his instinctive reply. As the blonde is pulled into the room she had just left, her office, his warmth is noticed. Round two of the knife… If he had planned to kill her, needless to say he would have already. That meant several things. One, he realized just exactly who she was.. For some that was all the more reason to kill her.. for those a bit more ambitious they would realize Lux was an incredible asset alive. That separated petty street crooks from silent assassins. Luxanna feels goosebumps rise to her skin as Talon’s warm breath dances past her ear. “Your idle threats will not buy you anymore time, assassin.” She more or less spits, but stays still and pressed against him. “You are in quite the predicament. Demacian guards are relentless and swift bringers of justice as I’m sure you’ve heard… Plus, You hold the military genius of Demacia within your hands- just what exactly do you plan to do? I do not think killing me is in your best intention.. Plus if you were after my life you would have taken it already. What.. do you want from me?” Her hands tremble, but her voice does not. Her resolution is firm, but she knows the man so close to her can feel her shaking.
"You'd do better to keep your mouth shut, Luxanna Crownguard." Her taunts meant nothing for he knew if anything, her words were merely empty threats. Being this close to the prodigy, it was clear that fear had already struck her.
"I hope you understand your predicament. I'm sure by now you realise now your Demacian guards do not have a chance against me. If anything, I now hold their dear prodigy in my hands." Soft whispers replied to the futile struggles of the mage. Digits traced the smooth skin of her face as he reveled in the fact he had to suppress his blood lust -- it was rare that he never killed when presented with the opportunity; much less when he had it in his hands twice. That being said, the assassin was also slightly irritated. A simple reconnaissance quickly escalated to taking one of the prestigious members of Demacia hostage. He would have already taken her life if it weren't for the serious political implications it had for Noxus and the pressure from the Institute of War. Boisterous clanking of boots could be heard from the hallway as the guards approached the quarters of the prodigy.
His whispers, though soft, conveyed his extremely firm and aggressive attitude. "The guards are here. All you need to do is say that you're alright and send them off." As he spoke, he grabbed the blonde's wrist, straightening her arm as he pulled it backward in an awkward fashion, causing her to arch forward slightly as he emphasised the cold steel on her soft flesh.











