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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Elena had always prided herself on her fluid and agile movements. Ever since she was a child, she had a certain grace that most envied; and it served her well in her chosen career path. She was almost a flurry of black, until she noticed the way her target had managed to cut her hood, revealing her face. From that moment, his advancing shifted. The female tried to dodge him, but she wasn't able to read his attacks as easily. Just before she could switch up her own actions, a fierce hit collided against her head. A soft oath escaped her before she stumbled, collapsing to the ground as her vision blacked out. <br/>
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Several hours later the female woke with a gasp of pain. A subtle groan escaped her lips as her thick, dark lashes swept up. As she gazed around, the female noticed she wasn't home, nor was she in the road she'd been fighting the man in. A confused huff escaped her, what the hell had happened? It took a few moments for the memories to flood back, which only made her far more angry with herself; how foolish. She should've tainted her daggers the moment she left Edgar, it would've been far better. <br/>
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The raven haired woman glanced down, noticing her lack of clothing, and weapons. He most likely checked over her to be certain she didn't have anything else on her. He would've found small vials of a strange dark green fluid, along with many blades. Several across her thigh, a larger dagger on the other, and several little blades resting inside her boot and along a small sown in sheath along her well fitted leather corset. If she was ever disarmed, she could seduce her way closer before slitting their throat; it had worked a few times before. As she stared down at her rather shameless nudity, the female hissed softly. Not only was she stripped of her clothing, but she'd been restrained. The coarse rope was digging into the soft flesh of her wrists, and her ankles. <br/>
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With some difficulty, the woman managed to hurl herself up against a cold wall. It wasn't comfortable, but it was better than laying on the cold, hard ground. From the looks of it, she was in a cave of some sort. And then, she saw the man who she had targeted earlier. She could still hear the loud crack his hilt had made against her head. The ache it caused was almost surreal. Elena was not amused in the slightest. With her hands behind her back, the female tried to tug on them, only causing further pain to her already raw flesh.<br/>
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Her long, raven strands brushed over her round, ample mounds. At least she had some kind of privacy. Next, she curled her knees to the side, concealing her bare form as she snapped her gaze over to the brute. "So this is what deranged warriors look like?" A soft snort echoed from her as she laid her head back against the cold rock wall. "Tying up women in a dark, damp cave. They told me about you, Joel. They forgot to inform me that you were some kind of kidnapper," The female growled softly, "You should have killed me while you had the chance." A slow, slick grin covered her lips as she maintained eye contact. "I'm going to make you pay, one way or another."</span>