@theonxepialos location: Boreana what are you doing here? notes: Stadium on Napoleon's birthday
The stadium was filled with the residual cheers of the crowd as the gladiators from the Primus were swept away. From the reflection on Napoleon's goblet, Falon studied the obvious enjoyment his companion took in the games. Lady Ilithyia departed while Napoleon chose to remain so he could see how they managed to turn the stadium around again after the showing. In a short while, a hooded figure glinted in the background of Napoleon's chalice, and in a quick instant, his heart rate skyrocketed.
Napoleon's adrenaline spiked, his triggered flight awakened Falon's fight as Falon stood from the place where Napoleon had been sitting only a moment ago. His elvhen reflexes were fine and sharp, certainly better than Napoleon's, and as the assassin's blade dug into Falon's side, the changeling grabbed a hold of the stranger's collar and wrenched him closer.
"That hurt." Falon hissed, he looked down at the place where the blade had pierced his side, the poison-laced edge bent as the changeling pulled it deeper into him, dispersing the toxin as he integrated it with every cell. A pale flush fanned out from the wound that crept across Falon's frame like frost moving across a glass pane but quickly behind it came a thin sheen of sweat as the changeling's olive-toned skin returned.
Falon peered over the assassin's shoulder at the two guards who'd been quickly dispatched before the attempt against Napoleon's life had been made. Now, even more bothersome, Falon was going to need to find replacements. "And they were expensive."