тєℓℓ мє, ∂σ ι ƒяιgнтєη уσυ? || Heart

[mationix]

In one of the many forests, a group of soldiers had set up camp there. Unfortunately, they weren't the brightest bunch of men; loud laughs and voices almost seemed to shake the trees, bright fires crackled and popped, casting their shadows everywhere, and their horses stood at the end of the camp, not tied to anything. Wine bottles laid strewn on the ground, some spilling their contents on the ground. The group of soldiers had come back from fighting their neighbors about some land or something. They couldn't really remember what it had been about now, all they knew was that their victory had led them to get more wine and a better status with the king.

It was almost a pity to watch the group of drunken soldiers. A shadow almost seemed to flicker into existence behind a group of trees, turning his head to look at the group. His hand wondered into the back of his pocket, and his fingers wrapped around a small dagger. The metal reassured the assassin, and all the tension from his shoulders disappeared. He could do this, this was an easy one, it shouldn't take him that long to complete this mission. So why did he believe something was going to go wrong...?

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

A little ways away, a young woman crouched in the bushes, her light brown eyes darting around. She was eyeing the food and drink, her body coiled and ready to spring. She had been watching for a while now, waiting for the soldiers to get good and drunk. Stealing from them would be much easier this way.

[mationix]

He hesitated for a moment, a small pit forming in his stomach for some reason. The assassin shook his head irritably and narrowed his eyes, trying to concentrate. There was a low chance of him actually screwing up; these guys looked like they were too drunk to even stand up properly, let alone wield a sharp object and not get sliced by their own stupidity.

The assassin crouched down and slowly slide to where the horses stood. This was the bigger threat; the horses could very well alert the drunk soldiers, even before he had a chance to kill them. He slowly took out three more daggers, careful to not show his presence. The assassin rolled the dagger across his knuckles, before grabbing the end and flicking it towards one of the four legged beast. The dagger caught the horse by surprise and latched onto its neck, hopefully breaking its trachea. The horse stumbled, before falling to the ground, a gurgled noise coming from it. The other horses kicked their legs up, unable to actually flee, making loud wickers. The assassin grimaced, before flicking the other daggers at the horses. All but one achieved their marks.

The lone stallion who had started thrashing about, had gotten the dagger stuck on its left flank. Its noises alerted the drunk soldiers, each one stumbling to their feet, groaning and shaking their head to clear it. The assassin closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, mentally slapping himself. Awesome. Just awesome.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Her eyes widened and the girl ducked further into the bush. What the hell just happened? She had been ready to make her move, but now everyone was at alert. She cursed quietly.

[mationix]

The assassin swung his head around, swearing that he heard something. As the bandits neared him, he slipped behind a tree, trying to tell himself to forget what he had heard. He had to focus. Slithering up the tree, the assassin made not a sound. If he was good at anything, it was being quiet. Well, at least for the most part.

The bandits neared where the horses now laid dead. Letting out a yell, the bandits sounded the alarm, slowly rousing themselves from their drunken stupor. The assassin frowned at this. Though this was a setback, he didn't need to get them, it was something inside the camp that he needed...

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She crawled through the bushes like a wildcat, her eyes focusing on the fire. She wanted food and drink, maybe some money. She could have gotten it, but now things were difficult. Her body was sleek, but dressed in simple clothing, blending in with her surroundings. As she dared move away from her hiding spot, she glanced around.

[mationix]

The assassin saw movement in the corner of his eye. Though when he turned to look at it, it seemed like nothing was there. Get a grip of yourself! He clenched his jaw, irritated that he was being distracted like that. If he could just get past these guys and get what he came from, everything would work out fine. He slowly crept along the branches, glancing around to see if anyone or anything would spot him.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The bandits were busy with the horses, so she snuck by with little notice. A flash of silver and she had a dagger in her hand just in case.

[mationix]

The assassin saw a flicker in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head and his eyebrows knitted together. What the heck was a girl doing out here? Especially in a fortified place like this. He narrowed his eyes. She was going to mess this up, wasn't she?

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She didn't even pay attention to anyone else, grabbing up some of the food that they abandoned. Her stomach growled quietly and she sighed.

[mationix]

Just food? He shook his head, almost in scorn. Didn't she know that there were things inside this tent that could make her a rich girl? He let out a sigh and slowly crawled back, jumping down from the branches. As the guards were slowly trickling back to their campfire, having discovered "everything" that had happened, the assassin slowly made his way into the camp. There was no need to kill anyone, as long as they didn't tick him off.

As he made it to one of the tents, he slipped inside. He wiped his hands on his pants, taking a short breath. It was almost done. Then he could go back.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Once she'd collected the food, she moved on, heading for the tent. She needed clothes and blankets for the cold nights ahead, or she may end up freezing to death.

She stepped into the tent and gazed around.

[mationix]

In the back of the tent, sat a desk, maps, pens, and charts strewn across it. Though it wasn't those items he was heading for, it was what lay on the side of it. Elizah crept towards it, heading for the chest to the side of the desk. Grabbing his dagger, he smashed the blade against the lock, gritting his teeth as a small sound rang through the tent. He was silent and still for a moment, before swinging the blade down again, trying to unhinge the lock from the chest.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She happened to be in the same tent as the assassin and blinked in surprise, "Who are you?" She asked, grabbing up a blanket.

[mationix]

The assassin whirled around, his hand flashing to his dagger. Warily he stood up, looking her over, like he was expecting her to shout for the guards. "That's my question," he said, grimacing.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"You're the one who made the horses go crazy," She narrowed her eyes, "Nearly ruined it for me."

[mationix]

His eyes narrowed until they were slits. "You were the one that ran into the campsite without worrying anyone would see you," he hissed back, "you could have messed me up if you had been caught by your stupidity!"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She narrowed her eyes and glared at him, "I wasn't going to get caught!"

[mationix]

"Right, sneaking directly behind them is the perfect way to get things," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm. She was distracting him from his mission, he had to focus! Shaking his head, he spun around and knelt down to the chest. "Leave why don'tcha? You do have everything you need, right? Or would you like to see if you can get something right in front of the guards without alerting them?" Without waiting for her response, he started chipping away at the lock again, hellbent on getting whatever was inside it.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I don't have /everything/," she replied, her voice sharp. She turned and collected some extra clothes. They'd be big on her small frame, but at least they were clean and warm.