The night was still as the moon began to reach the peak of its climb in the sky above the capital of Connlaoth. Standing still on top of an old church, Fade watched the ground with her blank red eyes, observing... Listening. It was true, the capital was usually busy and filled with life, but up here everything was so much more quiet. Peaceful. The church Fade had been posted at was near the edge of the city, but even here the crowds merged in a large quantity, creating an odd shift on the ground far below her. Tonight was the night. Everything had lead up to this point.
Ever since Fade was a little girl, she had been trained, prepped, and educated for a mission like this. While her band of assassins shared little sympathy for either side of the war, the pay off for this job would be huge. And it would definitely help the freedom fighters in their efforts. Not that Fade cared really, but a job was a job. For weeks the group had been planning for this mission, but Fade had been preparing for years. She was finally being sent to face her own kind. The Mordecai.
"Fade! The caravan's coming!" The girl snapped her attention off the horizon and turned to the shadows of the rooftop. A taller man, dressed in a black cloak, adorned with various straps and buckles to hold his various weapons. He'd simply nod with his head, motioning for her to follow. Creeping under the shadows, the two would stand at the edge of the roof, observing the busy street far below. He'd motion with his hand down below... And she saw him. As the guards pushed aside the crowd, Fade's red gaze narrowed on the man in the front of caravan. Riding his horse was the Grand Mordecai, Artorias. Her target.
"They in position?" Fade would ask coldly, staring down at the caravan of Mordecai. "They should be by now. This will be quick and clean." He'd chuckle. "Well let's get started then." Fade would respond.
Near the caravan, two hooded figures stood, before looking upwards at the roof of the church. Fade would simply nod in their direction before disappearing. The two cloaked men would then fade into the crowd, holding something in the shadows of their cloaks. The first would speed walk through the crowd far in front of the caravan, before ducking into the doors of a small towered house. The second would do the same, but behind. Both of them would take out a large metal object and place it neatly at the base, before using some flint to light a small fire. The objects had tiny fuses on them, so it was quite obvious what their purpose served. All it took was a little spark...
Suddenly, out of no where a large explosion erupted in the crowd! Not far in front of the caravan, the base of a house would be covered in flames before the tower it was connected too creaked and ripped apart, falling into the middle of the street! Citizens ran and panicked before a second explosion appeared, this time behind. The same thing, a wooden tower fell onto the path. The street burst into a terrified panic, as all but a few were running. Coming out of the crowds on each side of the caravan, a large group of cloaked figures would silently push their way through until they stood on both sides. Before long each figure would open their cloaks to reveal various weapons. Until suddenly they all charged the caravan and the guards.
As the battle broke out, Fade was no where to be seen. Not until a shadow flew over the street and landed directly on top of the large wagon in its center. There in the firelight Fade stood, Vairu unsheathed. Her red gaze focused on Artorias... Within an instant, she dashed forwards and jumped off the wagon onto the street where the battle between the assassins and guards were taking place. A few trained their attention on Fade. A spear man yelled and lunged his weapon towards her. She elegantly sidestepped the blow, grabbing the shaft of the spear with her free hand, and causing the guard to stumble as she shoved the handle into his armor, making him let go. She then spun around, spotting the other guard's incoming assault seconds before. Her Katana ripped through his exposed neck, causing his blood to spill as Fade proceeded to jump onto the first one with the spear in hand, driving it straight into his neck as well. Before long she ducked and rolled underneath a blow. Parry, slash, sidestep, roll. The dance went on until Fade's bloody sword sang through the air, aiming straight for Artorias...
