•т н є•|•υ и ∂ є я g я σ υ и ∂•|•ω α я• (Crystal)

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ah, and don't run, i could cross the room in one stride and slit your throat open like a gutted fish," The voice growls," My identity is none of your buisness... I'm just here to tear out wolf eyes..." The figure lowers their feet to the floor and stands... It was obviously a girl from the long legs and elegant arms

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier swallowed. An assassin; it had to be. Who else would dress that way, sneak into his room, and threaten the house heir that way? Someone had sent the girl to kill him. And there was very little he could do to stop it.

[CrimsonMoon]

She slid around the bed toward him and pulls the scarf down from her face, her teeth flashing in a sadistic grin," How about we play a game?" The Assassin purrs and licking her lips, her hands stroking a huge glass needle," Guess who sent me? Just guess!"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier's breath caught in his throat. This assassin wanted to play with him? Why didn't she just kill him and get over with? But the fact that she hadn't just killed him gave him a chance to escape. A miniscule chance, but a chance nonetheless. He couldn't think of anyone who might want to kill him, though, except perhaps his father, but the lord sending an assassin to kill his heir was very unlikely. "I... I don't know," he said.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stands no more then iches away from him when her hand shoots out and grabs his collar," Pathetic," She hisses, disgust flickering across her eyes," YOU'RE the heir? Seriously? How far as the Starks fallen?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell's eyes flashed and he shoved her away, ripping his collar away from her grip. "Why don't you just kill me, b****?" he demanded. "Are all assassins as perverted as you? With your sick little games?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" There is no one like me," She replies in a cold voice... Was that sadness in her tone..?," Because i am the last true assassin. I'm the last of the Ravens..." She smiles slightly, an emotionless smile. In a flash, she pinned him against the wall and drew the needle back," I'll die like my family, and i accept... But just this one last mission... Then i can see them..." She bared her teeth and struck foreward the needle toward his throat

As blade slashes into the girl's forearm and she leaps back, holding her heavily bleeding forearm as she balanced on the bed. The needle quivered from where it had sunk into the wall of the room, a small cut on the side of his neck from where it had brushed him.. A guard stood in front of the heir, his large sword at the ready," My Prince Kelsier, stay back!"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell's hand went to his stinging neck and came away wet. He stared at the blood for a second before gritting his teeth and rushing over to his bed. He dropped to his knees and reached underneath.

[CrimsonMoon]

The guard steps toward the girl again, slashing toward her as hard as he could in the tiny space of the room, A grunt leaving him.

The Assassin ducks, clutching her forearm which was gushing blood, her greyish blue eyes snapping toward the guard with pure hate. The sword lodges into the mortar between the stones of the wall. The assassin slams into the guard's gut with her shoulder, sending him sprawling into the bed as she draws another steel needle and strikes down toward the man, her own blood blackening and whetting her hand...

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

By then, Kelsier had pulled a custom-made longsword from under his bed. Direblade, it was called. Although not a mighty warrior, and himself having no desire to be one, he was proficient with a sword.

[CrimsonMoon]

The Guard howls in pain, the huge needle having impaled his shoulder and rendering it completely useless and pinned to the bed. The Assassin whips around to face him. The instant he lifts his sword, she slams a third steel needle into his blade.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier set his jaw and parried her blow. It was strange fighting against a weapon like that, but he wasn't going to die without a fight. He lunged forward, stabbing with his sword.

[CrimsonMoon]

The sword grazes her uninjured arm, drawing blood and causing her to leap back. Pure hate blazing in her eyes," If I die... You're coming with me!!" She hisses. Actually GRABBING his sword and pulling him toward the window, her and grabbing his shirt. As they reach the window, she gets ready to jump... Determined to kill them both...

As they begin to plummet down strong hands suddenly grab them both, wrenching her away from him despite her desperate struggling.. A guard pins her to the wall, a sword against her throat as another pulls the Prince away from the assassin," Are you alight, Heir?" He asks with pure concern, the man takin off his helm to examine his neck

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier was panting. His heart was racing, and his face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, not from exertion. "I'm fine," he said breathlessly. His eyes turned hard as he looked at the assassin's covered face. He stepped forward and tugged the cloth away, revealing her face. If she was someone he knew...

[CrimsonMoon]

A complete stranger glared at him... But a beautiful stranger. She couldnt move witj the blade held to her throat but her blueish grey eyes blazed with hate... Instead, she spat at his feet, her own blood having smeared her cheek,"...."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Surprise flickered across Kell's face, but he quickly reigned it in. "We'll take her before my father," he said. "He can decide what to do with her."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Just kill me, goddamned coward," she hisses and sighs

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier sneered at her. "You'll find justice," he said. "But the lord of Winterfell will dispense it. Not myself."

[CrimsonMoon]

Her foot slams into his groin in response, a triumphant smirk curling her lips before a guard slams the hilt of his sword into her temple and she goes completely limp, sliding to the ground, the guardslowig her descent ,@ You father is away at the Red Keep, remember? You may send a raven, Prince but not much else..."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier was doubled over, his face twisted with pain and anger. He groaned, struggling to keep his feet. After awhile, he was able to straighten up, though his teeth were still gritted against the pain. "Fine. I'll dispense the judgment. But I'll do it properly."