Stealth came naturally to Silas; as a boy, it made the difference between a belly full of ill-gotten food or feeling the gnaw of an empty stomach. Of course, as he crept into the bandit camp he wasn't alone; a tawny shadow padded next to him, Tsoni's propensity towards silence and camouflage was just as natural as Silas's,<em><strong>at least that's something we have in common.</strong></em>Indeed, the cat and rogue seemed to be fast friends, the pair working famously in tandem once they were separated from the party,<em><strong>that cat is too intelligent for it's own good</strong></em>he thought, wandering into the middle of the well-worn encampment with the bobcat.<br/><br/>Calm as still water, the rogue stopped as he saw the sentry, his attention focused on something in the clearing beyond. Tsoni stopped at his heel, her golden eyes and sable-ears perking at the sight of the man, "<strong>well it looks like it's time for us to do our job, eh girl?</strong>" he whispered, half-convinced the familiar was actually capable of understanding him. Looking down at the cat, he got her attention to show his plan of attack; nodding towards the man, he grabbed his throat as though to choke it, making his intent on silently killing the guard known to his four-legged partner.<br/><br/>His blade made the faintest of scraping sounds as he drew it from it's sheath, the blade dull grey in whatever light filtered through the canopy. Continuing his approach, he made his way to the left of the man as Tsoni crept her way to his right. Quiet as a shadow, the bandit got close enough to the bandit to strike, intent on shoving the blade through the width of his chest (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46495) and destroy his lungs,<em><strong>try to scream with no breath, you bastard.</strong></em><br/><br/>Eyes locked on the dead man standing even as his target's eyes were locked on the happenings below, Silas struck. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46496)