Scoot stood idly in front of the group that gathered on his side of the field. Maybe he wanted the other side to know he was coming after them. He was a Wilkins after all, he wouldn't be surprised if his family's reputation as assassins had reached every cornor of the land.<br/><br/><br/>He tossed the wooden dagger in his hand a bit waiting for the horn to signal the beginning of the mock battle. Hes time was mostly wasted here. No real target to strike down, only offers of testing the ability of future targets. Gold was gold, and his daggers could be bought to strike down anyone for the right price. That was the life of a assassin, kill someone you don't know and get paid for doing it. Of course it was dangerous, but if you knew what you were doing, and had the teaching he had it wasn't so bad.<br/><br/>Maybe he was a little to cocky for his own good maybe not. Only time would tell, once one of his wooden dagger's had hit his plam once more he locked around. Spotting two others that had worked up quite the reputation as well. "the length of this wait is going to kill me, before someone else does. Jesus." his voice slightly decompressed from the mask he wore. Maybe he could get a response out of one of the women, chattet seemed like a good way to pass the time at this point.<br/><br/>Sent from my SM-S820L using Tapatalk