"I will tell you nothing!" the Templar spat at him. But this time Isaiah had been expecting it and dodged the saliva.<br/><br/>"Why is it always the same reaction with you guys," he said rubbing his temples. "You must be either new or stupid because if we were in a more private place you'd be facing excruciating pain right about now. You're down to ten seconds. Try again."<br/><br/>The Templar did nothing but glare at him.<br/><br/>"Ugh, you make it so difficult! Well whatever. You people are swarming around this city, I've killed enough to know. If you choose not to speak now, then you never will again." With those parting words, Isaiah leaned down and slit his throat with a poisoned blade from his sleeve. He must have done this a million times by now because he actually knew exactly where to move to not get any blood splattered on him. After all, if he was wearing civilian clothes to keep himself hidden, covering them in blood... well, he might as well just wear his assassin's uniform.<br/><br/>Just a few pitiful spluttering moments later, the man was dead. Isaiah sighed, "Pitiful." With a slightly disappointed kick to the corps, he decided not to leave the ally right away, but instead to lean against the wall. He took a moment just to calm himself and relax. Then, tilting his head back he called out. "It's amazing how obvious you make yourself to me. You must have killed within a couple of days from now. I can smell the blood still on you. Eh? Templar girl?" He tilted his head toward the entrance to the ally.<br/><br/>"I'll leave it up to you. We can walk around and talk casually, or you could come in here and we'll have a little blood bath. What do you say?"