tell me, wretch, how now shall you challenge me?
Accepting a mission from an unknown payer is a normal part of the job, personal information isn't something to be found so easily; the dark web is full of the sickest criminals &&. those who remain curious otherwise. To Angell, the payer NEVER MATTERS, she takes the money, does the job, on to the next ...... This job in particular just happened to be in relation to a soldier, Rahu. A fierce &&. fiery thing, oft' spoken of as nothing more than someone's WOUNDED, LOST DOG always in desperation search of a master. A loneliness plagues those who seek out companionship - under these assumptions, the assassin is weary &&. on her guard around such meat. After all, no one is more dangerous than someone with NOTHING to lose.
However, under these observations over coming weeks ...... it seems the sorrowful pup, so full of rage, found something new to look toward. To have meaning, again.
" ... good. " Angell mistakes this new found loyalty as weakness; making a fatal error during her combat again the guardian. Those shields nearly take off her head, slice off the wings. A cold sweat ran down her neck, an unshakable chill pricks at her spine ...... the very sea of hell itself swims in those eyes - one akin to the layer of wrath. The tightening of pressure 'round her neck prevails, her katana just mere inches from her grasp, instead her own hand grips at the unrelenting grip &&. the other desperately pushing at the larger figures chest.
Demonic-esque eyes remains on the prey-turned-predator; brows furrowed &&. a few stinging tears trickle down cheek. " You're strong, " words crack between shaky breaths. " But, to focused on ...... one thing, rather than the bigger picture. " With the flick of her wrist, a small knife slips from under her jacket sleeve, it pierces the sinner's chest, closely toward her heart &&. gives her enough time to get up, to finish the job.