Zellira stood just out of sigh of the two. They were bent down over the corpses she had laid out so perfectly for them. She laughed. A twisted, fragmented sound like broken glass echoed across the fields. She was an assassin. Her head held proudly she looked at them, their heads snapped in her direction. Her eyes were the colour of midnight, a impenetrable inky void in her irises that was cynical, cold and brazen to everything they observed. Her long coal coloured hair swayed in the wind, reaching down to her waist when the gusts ceased. Her crimson lips were turned up in a grin, pearly teeth flashing. "Do you like my surprise? Courtesy of a friend from home" she sneered, her black cloak that covered her face billowing out behind her. Zellira grabbed the silver clasp that held her cloak on, her black gloves reaching up. The delicate silver designs of roses that covered her silk clothing bore the royal symbol of her homeland. She stepped forwards. "This is my doing. I do not deny it. I will not deny the work i take so much pleasure in" she hissed, twirling a thin knife around her finger on the the blade, sending light spinning off the knife into the pair's eyes. Even her quirks had a purpose.