Federico
*A decade passed since the reptilian lady didn't go on a mission. Of course that when her pointy ears would've had wind of the rumours about a public execution, she couldn't have allowed this barbaric act to happen. Luckily for the condemned person, the search for her double self and her evasion from New Sunlight's dishonour lead her to Lymia, which was a stone's throw from the high elves' country.*
*It had been so long since the winged beastkin caught even a single glimpse of any living being. Trees, birds, and of course people... She had almost forgotten everything on her road to ruin. Her already clumsy nature had then been pushed even further into carelessness, as she didn't even notice the dark canifor approaching her.*
*And suddenly... Words! Someone was speaking to her! Shuvah hid her shocked heart with a sturdy hand. Surprise was easily read on her face thanks to her widened ruby eyes which stood out of her harmonious face.*

*It was quite hard to describe her at this moment as a ridiculously large hooded shawl covered her head and her body up to the knees, however any sharpened eye would've spotted her reptilian affiliation. Her tail couldn't fully hide either, and the huge bump on her back betrayed the presence of a big weapon. Or at least that's what a stranger would've thought, even if they weren't just wrong about that statement. Her feet were singular, with steely golden talons. A pair of horns, seemingly of the same material, protruded from her hood, and an asymmetric bang as well as strands falling on her shoulders defined what seemed like a long, bordeaux red-amethyst purple haircut.*

`"Are you talking to... Me?"` *The wyvern stammered at first.*
*After she regained her composure, she quickly made the link between the pending event and the presence of a lurking beastkin in the area. To her, he seemed like a predator about to leap on his prey with is incredible armblades - Shuvah had never seen any mutation like that before.*

*At least they had something in common. A good start.*
`"I never intended to quarrel with you, ssir."` *She finally answered while still examining the fellow beastkin.* `"I think we are here for the exxact ssame thing, you and me."`
*However, the mysterious jackal likely made his decision, and his plan. While he seemed to have listened to her, the dark assassin was already in action a few seconds later.*
*Shuvah made a few steps toward the wall and reached a hand in the air, calling him back in a hushed voice. With ears like his, he should've probably heard her anyway.*
`"Wait, what are you doing? There are guards up there, they will see y-"` *The dragoness cut short as Ashnard disappeared from her view. Even her own thermal vision couldn't spot the predator.*

*For now she just stood there in confusion, looking around like a big dummy.*
`"... Ssir?..."`
Ronald
*As Ashnard easily scales the wall, he would see 2 elven guards sitting atop the wall, with a few more along side it. All are wearing almain rivet and wielding arbalests.*

*The smell of fish gets stronger, and both beastkin can hear an elf speak.*

"Citizens of Silnaria, today we gather here to witness the execution of an enemy of the state..."
Fay
**"When they see me, it will be too late."** The jackal stated with a ravenous grin, glancing back at Shuvah with one flashing canine. Quickly ascending the walls, he took in a thorough look at his surroundings before fixing his attention at the nearest guard to his left. 

The process was practised all too well by now. Stay low and stay silent, his footpads making no noise against the stone floor as he flanked the guard by his blind side. With a single swift motion, he brandished claws and clenched a palm over the guard's mouth. His free hand would take a sudden jab with his claws at the guard's carotid, impaling his main arteries alongside the trachea.

Like so many times before, Ashnard smelled blood on his hands; the distinct coppery tang and the elven waft he savoured so much to spill. Were his assassination successful, the jackal would carefully lay the body down and brandish his bow, taking a brief gander at the scene below.

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Eviscerate cast. Total effective strength: 35. Mana unchanged```
Ronald
*Ashnard easily dispatches of the elven guard. The crossbow drops from his hands onto the stone wall, but it looks like it's going to fall. None of the other elven guards seem to notice.*

*Meanwhile Shuvah would be able to use her talons to climb up the cracked stone wall. Dust covers them as the mortar cracks.*

*Ashnard can see the elven speaker, and it appears to be a red robed figure, his face hidden behind a spiked mask. In the gallows (best thing I could find), he can see two elven guards moving along a black robed woman, who he can detect is the source of the fishy smell. She doesn't seem to be in very good condition, her eyes dull and posture limp. Her hands are shackled behind her back, and a dark cloth is tied around her mouth.*

"...For several moons, the elven citizen had to fear the horrible acts of the killer Yakaiyo Kiriyami. A witch, who must be purged from this land with fire!"
Fay
Upon hearing the crossbow nearing the wall's edge and about to fall with its owner's death, Ashnard reacts fast, his tail wrapping around it and placing it over the bloodied corpse. Seemed like the guards were too focused upon the execution scene to pay attention into one of their own getting killed. And that would prove to be their undoing.

He felt the blood from the severed neck seep on his hand, invigorating the voracious instincts within the feral recesses of his mind. The scent of a fresh kill, the viscera oozing at his fingetips... Ashnard basked in the coppery tang, hardly resisting the urge to unleash the Beast within. *"Not yet... Just... Few more seconds..."* He mumbled lowly between clenched teeth, shaky arms reaching for the ornate bow on his back.

Anathema. Such an aptly named tool for its purpose. A great composite bow, embellished in obsidian, a dim onyx aura permeating its arch. Its reinforced metallic arrows, heavier than any average bow could fire, made not a single noise as they pulled the string taut. Though Ashnard always favoured a more personal approach to dispatching his foes, he could not dispute the usability such a potent ranged weapon could provide. 

By the time Shuvah ascended the cobbled stone wall, she would see the jackal prepare a shot on the unsuspecting guard to the south. Unbridled rancour flashed in his eyes as they turned black as pitch for a split moment. His left hand that held the bowstring taut resonated with an aberrant aura; a mixture of darkened scarlet and crackling pitch, where a pallid spectral copy of his arrow took shape underneath his original shot.
.

Two precise movements, no hesitation. Ashnard let the first arrow fly towards the first guard, then mildly raised his bow to the second one postured atop the tower. The obsidian arrows hissed through the air in a blur of motion. The searing shock wouldn't even give them a chance to scream, aiming directly for the spot his thermal vision could see blood pulse the strongest in their necks. The sheer impact of the arrows would skewer them all the way through.

***TWHACK***

The visceral noise of metal digging through flesh and bone alike followed this shallow hiss in the air, followed by a ***Thud*** As the armoured corpses collapsed immediately on the stone wall. 

*"Greet the Reaper for me,"* The jackal mumbled silently, spitting a pint of blood that got on his muzzle from the previous kill. Wasting no time, he drew another arrow from his quiver, sparing a glance at Shuvah when she was done climbing. **"If you believe we are here for the same person, you'd better stop gawking and put your abilities to use, whatever those may be. Unless you prefer the stench of a roasted fish that *Screams*, that is."**

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+50 Rage gained from melee kill. 50/100 Rage available
Effective Strength Total: 27.5 
Movement speed: 30 m/s
Attack speed: 150%
Seething Spark, Deadeye and Lethal Salvo cast
85/100 Mana left```