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ASHE
he was something solid to lean against.
The Master of Assassins said nothing to her as she stood dutifully before him, her heart racing despite her outward calm. She didn't move until he turned her attention to the shadows beneath a mezzanine, turning to look and… fuck. She swallowed as Kalt approached, his blades singing together with a shower of sparks. Show off.
As he stepped up beside her, her eyes lingered on him for only a moment before she turned to look back at their Master. How in the five hells did he make it back before her? Her twinge of irritation didn't last long, it couldn't. Master tilted his mask down at her, glancing at Kalt, and the reality if her assessment set in. Facing off with Silver Wing in training was one thing, their impromptu sparring and score-settling tussles, but this… There would be no teaching here. This was win or die. Not that they would ever kill each other, gods, no... still, this was no game. Master looked between them, and she felt no sense of relief as he stepped back and left his two elite to each other. He didn't need to speak any command, they both knew what his silence meant here: begin. Ashe looked up at Kalt as he turned to face her, and she shifted her exhausted body to ready with a grim set to her shoulders. Her blades concealed in her sleeves flicked free with a hiss of steel, and the female assassin didn't miss the crinkle at the corners of crystal-clear blue eyes. A hidden one flickered briefly on her own face, but the silence was growing thicker, the moments heavier - the quiet before the hellstorm. The Assassin in Blue didn't waste any more time. She darted forward with fluid speed, heart throwing itself ahead of her as one of her blades swept mercilessly towards his throat in a time and time again practiced maneuver. Her lip feathered, something violent and fierce and unmoving |
