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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"Miss Axton, will you be requiring the sword tonight?" An older man with grey hair and reasonable aging lines approached a young raven haired female, who seemed far more focused on patching up a small hole in her tight fitting armor. With a slight pout of her full, lush lips, the female gazed toward her butler with a rather unfocused stare. "No, the sword will not help me against this one. He's far too adapt with swords. I have to use as many... unjustified methods as possible." The older man nodded, "I will retire for the night, be safe." Edgar was a man who prided himself on being useful, and most of the time he was. This particular case of hers was something he wouldn't be able to help her with. The deadly poison she kept in the locked cabinet in the basement was only in her knowledge. It was one of the secrets she hid from her butler, and long term friend. It was only several years since she had saved his life, and he had vowed to repay her as her servant. It was odd for her, but she enjoyed his company. Really, she just lived in what she considered his house.<br/>
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That night was just like any other. The female dressed in hardened, thinned out leather with various steel covering that also covered a good deal of her shoes. An array of throwing knives curved around her sizeable, toned thighs. The looked the very definition of a warrior, had she not been under a long, black cloak that easily concealed her petite figure. A hood draped over her head, causing a cast of shadows that concealed her face, even beneath the lanterns she walked under. There was always something so peaceful about the night, despite it being the time she executed her contracts. To say she was scared would be false, Elena never really felt scared anymore; even death had become a view in her future. After all, how many times could someone do her line of work without finally meeting the end she brought to others?<br/>
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Her slender figure shifted through the town with ease. It seemed like a long trip, she needed to find out where he was, so she planned to visit the next town over. Of course, she had planned to be on this mission for several days, not just one night. All she had been given was his name, and a brief description of what he appeared like the last time he was seen. So far, she had her work cut out for her. <br/>
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Elena stopped at a small tavern, questioning and bartering her way to more information. It took all night for her to get some sense out of the drunks, which was somewhat amusing. The sunlight was poor, covered by the clouds. The raven haired woman eventually made her way toward the path out of the town when she noticed a man along the path she was just stepping onto. He seemed... asleep. His armor was too expensive to be some run of the mill soldier, he was definitely the man she was looking for; she could feel it in her gut. It was daylight, and there was a big risk that she would fail or be seen, but there was also excitement. What if she could carry out an assassination at such a time? She would be hired instantly for jobs she could only imagine. <br/>
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With a slow pace, the female made her way closer to the figure. She took her time to seem as natural as possible, meanwhile, one hand slipped under her cloak to slide a dagger from the holster on her thigh. In an instant she was a slight blur. A wave of black passed by as she hurled a blade directly toward the arm closest before she raced toward him, already drawing her longer blade from the strap of leather against her other thigh. All she had to do was slit his throat and grab a token, word of mouth would do the rest. However, as she drew closer, she noticed there was no blood trickling around the wound, which caused her to pause in her attack out of confusion.<br/>
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"What the..." Her feminine tone ebbed with... near enough frustration as her fingers struggled to grasp a hold of her beloved dagger.</span>