Rora slowly sat up, pretending that her body wasn't aching with pain. She glanced around at the flickering fire and scoffed. It wasn't as if she had been planning on running, but a little more safety would have been appreciated.
She turned her gaze at him, her two different eyes standing out even more than usual with the reflection of the fire flickering about on them. "Well, let's start in the beginning. He told me that you were going to be running on the rooftops near here. I'm assuming he told you I'd be in this alleyway. How on earth would he even know that if he hadn't sent us here?" She found it a bit odd before, but now the clue stuck out like a sore thumb. Luckily the oddity of it had been more than enough to make her suspicious when she received the job.
"But I'll take this purely from my point of view. Assassins don't get paid to kill for fun. They might have fun killing, but still, not to kill for fun. Any assassin who goes around killing random people will be discredited by almost everyone. The more you kill, the more likely you are to be found and the more cautious everyone will be. So yes, I expected you to come down with my act. But I expected it on the behalf of harming me or forcing me to have sex. Your intent was undoubtably murderous." Rora subconsciously rubbed her stomach. "At first I assumed that you were just a maniacal killer. In my own credit, I still think that's partially true. But the first thing you did—that wicked magic—was meant to kill me in less than a second. If you were doing this for the thrill, it would be short lived thrill. And, seeing as you're an assassin, I doubt you would weigh that short thrill worthy enough to combat the threat of losing jobs."
Rora slowly rolled her shoulders, trying to loosen up her body. It screamed back at her in pain. Sighing, she continued, "Furthermore, the job in and of itself was a bit strange. The price was indefinite—he said that it would be at least a hundred thousand dollars, but most likely more. That's what it sounded like to me at least, between his moans and heavy breathing. And yes, you interpreted that correctly. You might have the strength to be an assassin, but I have the wits. I don't take any job without safety precautions if I don't have to."
She stood up and closed her eyes for a second. He wouldn't kill her at this point, she knew it. She hadn't finished talking, after all. Rora's heightened night senses confirmed what she had believed. Footsteps were far away, but they were definitely heading towards them. Opening her eyes, she looked at the other assassin. "They were gambling. Some of the richer men in the city. I doubt you noticed it, but there were men huddled around the different streets and turns and behind the buildings. They must have been betting on who would win. I should have noticed it immediately..." After all, her eyesight at night was almost better than it was in the morning. "... but your fire mixed with the fighting made it so I couldn't focus long enough. Well, until you were holding me up just then. And, in their credit, they were doing pretty well at staying behind the buildings. Don't look now, they're long gone. But you know what? The guards should be here any second now." The footsteps would be loud enough for him to hear, too. "I suggest instead of killing every single one of them, we should make an escape."
