An assassination on an island that was controlled by a completely hostile faction. The belly of the beast. Normally. She'd go out of her way and avoid places like the bloody providence at all costs. But the pay was dapn good. And she would grudgingly agree with herself that she needed the pay.
And all went well. At nightfall with a small boat, covered by a blue blanket. The assassination after two days on the island also went flawless. She was able to easily move through the cover of heavy rain and loud thunder. A throat quickly slith. She just had to get off of the island. Wich seemed harder than she initially thought.
Since she failed to be swift enough. Her small boat was destroyed and she was stuck on the island. Her shadowwalk was out of the question aswell, she needed too much time to prepare it to cross the mass of water. It was a true witch hunt.
And on the third day, in the aftermath of the storm, Usagi was found out. After a quick skirmish yielding several dead pirates and a lightly wounded Usagi, she made a break for it.
The course of the past days went through her head again as she inched closer to the edge of the cliff. Where did she go wrong? Taking the job? Not using poison? Being too slow? Having not prepared her shadowwalk properly? Her heel slowly inched over the edge as she stopped, the band of pirates drawing closer. This was bad. Dzath would only ne a comfort if she was caught by them, that was for sure.
So. Rather death than imprisonment. She flicked a knife from her belt and threw it forward at one of the pirates, piercing his skull as she turned around and made a dive for the water, accompanied by a hail of bullets, one hitting her shoulder, another at her left calf.
She dove in the water and immediatly sunk to the bottom with a trail of crimson accompanying her. If it wasn't the sharks, it would be drowning. She couldn't helo but smirk faintly as she sunk into the depths. What a shitty way to go.