[Aja City / Falxion Avenue / Alleys The Tight Lane Dance & Bar]
Parla ducked into a side alley and slammed Quim against the wall, eyes blazing with fury. Quim had his hands up where she could see them, he knew the drill all to well.
"Come on now Parla, no need for this." he said softly, keeping his voice low.
"Half the people that have died lead right back to you, Quim. Half!" A wicked grin formed on the man's lips and a soft chuckle escaped him. Parla's eyes narrowed.
"Your beautiful when your angry, you know tha-" his sentence ended in a grunt when her knee came sharply up to connect with his groin. "You shoulda seen it Parla," he managed his voice strained "Their deaths were beautiful." Parla stared at him dumbfounded by his confession, to think she had actually liked this man at one point made her sick. Hurried bootsteps reached her ears, eyes widened in surprise. No one ever followed her. No one.
There was a flash of silver as a thin blade slipped from the shadow of her sleeve and came up sharply, sliding into flesh and between ribs to pierce Quim's heart. She clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent the shout that began in his throat and waited until the light left his eyes before removing her blade and wiping it clean on his clothes before stepping back and letting the body crumple to the floor at her feet. The footsteps were upon her now and the blade returned to the shadows of her sleeve as she looked up.
Icy blue eyes met the cold grey gaze of the Levantine, she considered running, but there was little point instead she remained where she was, muscles tensed ready to move if she needed to. Eyes flicked over his form, muscles lean with experience, then to each of his weapons in turn. She had one blade designed for a stealthy kill, not an outright fight and certainly not with this man. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to see her.
"You should have stayed at home." she said finally, the weight of the blade in her sleeve offering no comfort. she kept her gaze on him as her mind worked quickly to plan her escape route. "Your coming here has unleashed a hell that even the likes of you can't stop."
[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]
Parla ducked into a side alley and slammed Quim against the wall, eyes blazing with fury. Quim had his hands up where she could see them, he knew the drill all to well.
"Come on now Parla, no need for this." he said softly, keeping his voice low.
"Half the people that have died lead right back to you, Quim. Half!" A wicked grin formed on the man's lips and a soft chuckle escaped him. Parla's eyes narrowed.
"Your beautiful when your angry, you know tha-" his sentence ended in a grunt when her knee came sharply up to connect with his groin. "You shoulda seen it Parla," he managed his voice strained "Their deaths were beautiful." Parla stared at him dumbfounded by his confession, to think she had actually liked this man at one point made her sick. Hurried bootsteps reached her ears, eyes widened in surprise. No one ever followed her. No one.
There was a flash of silver as a thin blade slipped from the shadow of her sleeve and came up sharply, sliding into flesh and between ribs to pierce Quim's heart. She clapped a hand over his mouth to prevent the shout that began in his throat and waited until the light left his eyes before removing her blade and wiping it clean on his clothes before stepping back and letting the body crumple to the floor at her feet. The footsteps were upon her now and the blade returned to the shadows of her sleeve as she looked up.
Icy blue eyes met the cold grey gaze of the Levantine, she considered running, but there was little point instead she remained where she was, muscles tensed ready to move if she needed to. Eyes flicked over his form, muscles lean with experience, then to each of his weapons in turn. She had one blade designed for a stealthy kill, not an outright fight and certainly not with this man. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to see her.
"You should have stayed at home." she said finally, the weight of the blade in her sleeve offering no comfort. she kept her gaze on him as her mind worked quickly to plan her escape route. "Your coming here has unleashed a hell that even the likes of you can't stop."
[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]