Rea donned a black hooded tunic and baggy knee length pants that hugged tightly to her knee. She drew on thin black boots and tied her hair back. She would be up all night... She knew and so she ate nothing before she left. Food would make her sluggish and the tired and firm look on her face would draw away her fear. Grabbing a whip lined with spikes, she tenderly grippedit as she walked out. Waiting for her as expected was the squadron. Their faces were chalk white just as their name stated, but the tightness of their lips and beady black eyes made her feel intimidated. She had never sparred with any of them because they were usual gone on missions. Tonight would probably be her first night to sparr in order to help them and her stay awake.<br/><br/>Rea cleared her throat directing her eyes in him and suddenly she felt guilty. He was as old as her... And she would strike him with her whip. She had only used it on the wolves when she trained her dire wolf, Tanuk, but her had always bit at it until her father had it replaced with barbs. She knew because an angry scar marked his face when her father showed her how to use it. Tanuk had become solemn and distant ever since and she was still trying to coax him back.<br/><br/>"I bet the cold chills your back, Raven," she said coolly, her eyes solemn. She flicked her wrist and dropped the whip, gripping the handle as she stood behind him. "What are you to the Raven clan?" She asked, taking in a deep breath as she steadied herself to whip him.<br/><br/>Little did they know what more lay in store. The Krijt Gezicht were more than skilled in assassination and when the late night came about, they would draw on their tools of precision... Pliers and scalping knives...