⌠ .:♛:. ┊┊ @materinskiy ⌡
❝ does that matter? ❞
irate words were spit like venom, the right side of Anya’s face scraped up with blood. it had been so long since she’d been in the fray that she’d slipped up; who would believe that not many decades ago, she was one of the best assassins in the nation? it seems that government paperwork and alcoholism caused those skill levels to DROP a bit.
❝ we need to consider a tactical retreat! ❞
“It’s not MY health I’m asking for. Obviously it matters------can’t have you passing out on me.”
Rather than get annoyed by Anya’s particular tone, she whipped around, driving her foot right into an approaching man’s kidney. DOWN HE GOES. Strong as she was, the thought of carrying the unconscious woman was far from ideal. Unnecessary stress for a situation that could be EASILY AVOIDED? Absolutely not.
“You go first and I will watch your back.” At the given moment, she was the more COMPETENT of the two. “Is that clear?”










