<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf0080">"Damn incompetent murderers..."</span>She muttered under her breath as she drew the string on her bow and started running over the rooftops after her mark. She fired a few arrows in his direction, they were high quality and expensive, but the flew far and didn't wobble in flight. Those elves always had a knack for archery. She wondered how exactly her mark knew there were more than two assassins, but she could figure that out later if she managed to corner him herself.