victim #2 || @natsume
▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 ✖ Blood stains her hands-- blood upon blood upon blood, innocent, guilty, allies, enemies, bystanders. She doesn't ask questions; she doesn't resist orders; she follows through to the end, completion, because that's all she's good for (if she could call herself "good").
✖ The accidental death of one before elicits no emotion but disappointment, because she can see her failings, her sloppiness. There was no despair in the eyes of her victim, and there was no one to revel in the death. Now that she's confirmed the area (or facility, rather) is not enemy territory, she releases her careful stalking of the halls and treads with more confidence. A few third parties turn their head when they see her, fear in their eyes when their eyes lock with the dried blood. She senses no violent intentions from them, so she lets them walk on, faster than before.
✖ She has no destination, no orders, so she wanders. Her legs lead her outside into frigid air and she shivers. The short sleeves of her shirt and short length of her skirt exposes far too much skin during this season. More people, however, seem to gravitate outside, near the buildings, because she feels more eyes boring into her with different levels of intensity.
✖ Her interest is not directed anywhere particular, but she walks towards one building. All the while, she feels a presence approaching behind her, though she can't sense hostile intent. Her guard rises again-- she doesn't know the caliber of skill of the residents here, so the lack of hostility may be a sign of peace or a sign of a true soldier. Before she opens the door to a new building, she ceases her movement, causing the person behind her to stop as well, and strikes.
✖ Her knife is pulled out of the sheath under her shirt, and she moves to pin down her victim in the same moment. Her technique is slightly sloppier, leaving more room for struggling, because of the coldness of the air affecting her stance. In another moment, the knife is plunged into the right side of her victim's chest, away from the heart, but still striking through a lung.
✖ With blank eyes, she pulls out the weapon and watches as blood gushes from the wound. The damage isn't enough to cause instant death, but bleeding out is certainly possible (and she'll make sure of it).
