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@AevumEternity M for gratuitous gore
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This was a rather
unique contract. It would be a.compliment to call it an assassination. But it basically was a battle of attrition. While she didn't mind the change of pace, nor the pay, it was pretty good, she couldnt help but feel insulted the contractor had contacted several other mercenaries. She could delude armies. Slay kings and topple tyrants. But no, it had to be with others. Did her reputation get damaged? Or was she starting to lose her touch and grow soft?
The assassin shook her head, resting a hand on the blood soaked, metal sheet of a face mask. A whispy black energy gathered in her palm andvan she rended the mask out of existence. The battle was over now, she rolled her shoulder and huffed as she trudged through the carcasses, bones cracking and guts squishing under her steel boots. Which only became covered in more gore. Like the rest of her body. She glanced at her shoulderpad and picked a piece of gore from it. A severed nose. She smirked softly, remembering having shouldercharged one in the face.
A tug on her leg had stopped her in her tracks and made her look down. It was one of the mercenaries that fought on her side, gravely wounded. "Please," he muttered, blood running from his lips. She could only tsk, before pulling her foot away. Only to immediately kick him in the face again with a sickening crunch, causing the, body to fall against the ground like a lifeless puppet. "Disgusting," she spat, before moving on, heading to finish off the other wounded soldiers. Be it friend or foe.
With a smirk, she concluded she wasn't losing her touch. The only touch was how touched in the head their contractor was for thinking he, or she, needed anyone else but her.
And she most certainly was not growing soft either.