Drake turned around. She wanted nothing to do with whatever weirdness was being displayed in the room. Yet knew the moment that she heard the young woman’s voice behind her that she was to be inevitably involved.

  “Wait, where are you going, are you seriously going to leave me to die?”

  Drake sighed, turning back slowly. She looked between the assassin, and back toward the princess.

  The young woman was an absolute knockout. Her skin was glistening like the sun was trying to pin a spotlight on her while she stood at the bottom of a gentle waterfall, and Drake had to admit she’d probably never seen anyone so glaringly beautiful beside Aurora.

  Oddly attractive deep purple lips. Sunlight bleach blonde hair that flowed down her back, and two dazzlingly clear blue eyes that made Drake want to pout in envy.

  We are all the same Drake, you don’t get extra points if you save her cause she’s pretty… right?

  Drake scanned the assassin and knew everything she didn’t want to in an instant. She was outranked, which was normal, but the scan results unlike the last time she’d scanned one of the assassins came with a warning this time.

  Quadrupeds don’t leave witnesses… Huh, maybe if I close my eyes and back away slowly, he’ll just leave me alone, or follow me as soon as he’s done killing her…

  “Yeah…, I barely survived fighting an undead version of one of these assassins, Quadruped right, six fingered mage killers,” started Drake as the odd miniature tridents the assassin held glimmered. The assassin playing his strangely gripped fingers down the weapons to either side of himself.

  “Yeah see, thats not good for me, you probably can’t tell, but he’s looking at me more than he is you, now look what you did,” said Drake, gesturing toward the hooded figure.

  “You can see beneath the cowl of his hood,” asked the princess and Drake sighed again.

  “No you dummy, look at the folds of his hood, they crease slightly on the side he is facing, don’t look at me dude, I’m not the one you are here to kill, look at her,” said Drake, growing agitated.

  “Please stop telling the assassin to look at me, I don’t want him looking at me either.” Said princess Camilla.

  “I’m not telling him a damn thing woman, this is your problem, I’m just here to drop off a package, he has no beef with me, he’s obviously been paid to kill you though, I did my job, he needs to do his now and I get it, that’s a lot for you, but come on the deflection I’m getting from you is real, no wonder somebody put a hit out on you, ya brat.”

  “What, I’ve never done anything to this guy, In fact I’m pretty sure that you said you barely survived an encounter with another Quadruped, I’m guessing that means they died and your alive right,” asked the princess, and Drake scoffed. Glancing between the beautiful young woman and the deadly assassin.

  “Bra, for real, you not going to stop and see what this chick is doing to you right now, you are getting set up for failure.”

  The assassin took a step backward, the once lowered guard of the assassin rising in a flash. He was obviously facing her entirely now, and Drake knew the earlier bravado she felt when she’d first entered may have been warranted.

  She’d simply walked in, and the man hadn’t reacted in the slightest. A factor Drake began to worry may have been from an absolute confidence in their own ability to end lives.

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  Nothing in the situation sat right with Drake as she watched the killer move. The assassin was completely silent, balanced, and poised to strike at a moments notice.

  He’s not talking. Either he’s that hardcore, or he can’t speak at all, and with how most assassin organizations truly work, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was trained since birth to never say a word.

  “I’m setting you up for failure, as if, she practically just said she killed one of your allies, why don’t we ask her where your friend is, hmm, tell us where his friend is?”

  This dirty bitch…

  “Where is his friend, huh, where,” said Drake looking for a good answer.

  “Yeah, where is his friend,” asked Camilla, slowly coming to her feet and crossing her arms at Drake, as if taking the side of her would be killer.

  This bitch is going to get me killed isn’t she?

  “Umm, yeah… me and my master, no have to use correct grammar, my master and I,” started Drake.

  “Your master and you, what, dig shallow graves,” asked Camilla and drake’s eyes widened.

  “Damn no… we’re using his bones as weapons and armor… mmm, that don’t sound no better than the shallow grave thing did it?”

  Camilla’s tanned complexion paled and Drake smirked as the princess shook her head, stepping away from the assassin and Drake.

  “Welp, you got me, any last words,” asked Drake, taking havoc from the grasp of her metallic minions grasp.

  “Me what did I do,” asked Camilla with a pointed finger aimed at herself.

  “You better figure it out blondie, cause when I’m done with him, I’m coming for you…”

  The assassin growled and Camilla screamed; Drake and the assassin charging at one another in a burst of motion. Several strikes were sent out, and though Drake was momentarily able to keep up, the tide of battle shifted quickly.

  A searing pain shot through her right arm, and Drake looked down to see Zen pinned down by one of the assassin’s miniature tridents.

  “Son of a bitch!”

  The weapon was weaved through Zen’s dancing fingers, stabbed into the unmoving bone, imbedded and left in Drake’s arm as drake stumbled. Now bleeding as advanced poisons started to work their way through her blood stream.

  “Mmm, well that fucking hurt.”

  Havoc reached across Drake’s body, pulling the weapon from Drake’s arm, before dropping it to the ground, freeing Zen to once more defend Drake.

  Fuck this guy must be fast if Zen couldn’t even block him? Was he playing with me at first, or was that some sort of skill?

  They’d only traded a few blows, and Drake didn’t believe she was severely outmatched, until she’d been struck. Drake honestly had no idea how she’d been stabbed. One moment she was fine, and the next, there was a small pitchfork in her arm, leaving her to bleed everywhere.

  “Please shut up,” said Drake, trying to get Camilla to stop screaming.

  “Your so loud, so pretty, and so loud.”

  Damnit, I’m dizzy already, I’ve only been stabbed once, this isn’t very hero of me. Aren’t you supposed to feel this way after like three or more stabbings?

  It was then that Drake remembered the first and last time she’d drunk a shot of alcohol, and knew that something was off about how she felt. SHe’d honestly lost far more blood fighting in the forrest around Lilith’s manor.

  So why am I so bloody sleepy all of a sudden, wait have I been poisoned?

  “Your a dirty SOB you know that, I know I have a skill for this, and when I get right, I’m going to fuck you up buddy,” said Drake drunkenly. She began to sway.

  “What are you doing, I’m sorry I ever involved you, just run, save yourself little girl,” screamed Camilla crying.

  Damn, she even cries pretty, can’t believe I don’t get extra points if I save her, I mean come on look at that face. Its like pouting olympic gold.

  “Oh so now I’m a little girl, wasn’t a little girl when this dude was a breath away from dumping your body in a river, just shut up and let me work,” said Drake starting to dance. Her movements seemed uncoordinated and jerky at first, but the longer she moved, the more of a captive audience she gained.

  The assassin tried to step further toward Camilla, but in one sweeping and smooth side step, Drake arrived between the pair. Still dancing, her one good arm and both legs moving in tantalizing broad arcs as she took deep breath after deep breath.

  “Only I can stop myself from achieving all that is within my path…”

  …

  Camilla was forced to watch the strangest interaction she’d ever seen. She’d only wanted to distract the assassin long enough to trigger the runic alarm hidden within her room, however the bedside alter that held the alarm had been removed, leaving both her and the girl she couldn’t scan no matter how many times she tried all alone.

  Yet with every moment that Camilla felt that she should be moving that much closer to death, the less fear filled her heart.

  The girl was moving strangely. A provocative and deadly dance was being performed before her, as if the girl was trying to belly dance, and execute combat maneuvers all at once.

  Watching the girl dance made Camilla hear what she felt to be the drums of war. An exciting harmony built by the drumming of her heart and a growing mystery built by the beautiful movements being displayed. Camilla had always been told that the bone lovers, or the necromancers were a strange group to behold, but this was far beyond anything she’d ever expected.

  Every action the assassin made was swift and fearsome, yet the girl was beginning to block the blows more and more. Yes the assassin had cut her with its remaining weapon a handful more times, and blood was running down her arms and chest, but still the girl continued to fight on.

  “Just stop, please run, you don’t have to do this!”

  Camilla was ignored. Forced to watch as the girl took on more vicious stabs, until she didn’t anymore.

  The sleepy daze that had once filled her eyes was gone; a foreign black substance mixing with the blood that ran down the girl’s arms. A smirk the only thing left on the girl’s face, the subtle fear Camilla thought she’d seen blooming, was now gone entirely; and in that moment, Camilla knew. The girl glanced at her, and winked like a stranger with ill intentions.

  She’s not going to die here… I am…