Man after assualted the assassin but he cut them down easily, one by one. He used his dark red cape to wipe the crimson blood off of his twin blades. He stood in the middle of the carnage surveying for his victim, barely noticing the dead bodies and blood that soaked the ground. To his disappointment, he hadn't seen a single person who looked like his target so far. He was about to retreat when he saw a flash of red hair and leather. The assassin shoved through the fighting soldiers, his pace quickening with each step. This was his first time to see the Sinister Blade in person, all he knew about her was what his customer had told him and what he had heard about her. He tried his best not to look at her womanly features, but she was goregous. Still fairly young, in her 20's. She had Beautiful blood red hair that flowed gracefully in the wind as she twirled, backflipped, and jumped in a never ending acrobatic performance of slaughter. He caught a couple glimpses of her piercing green eyes through all the carnage. She was like living fire, he thought, deadly and untamable, yet still beautiful and mesmerizing. She was petite, yet deadly, like a belladonna. She didn't look like she thought he would. Must have gawked long than I thought, he thought to himself, because she had finsihed slaying the group of soldiers who had attacked her, and was now standing and smirking at him. She charged at him with her blades in her hands. He jumped back, out of the way, barely dodging her blood-covered daggers. She sliced at him again and he parried it with his own blades. She backflipped away and then leaped high up in the air, throwing blades at she spun in the air and then landed gracefully on her feet. The assassin took this moment to charge at her with deadly force and blades pointed straight at her chest. All of a sudden she flashed out of exsistence leaving blue were she was, and before he noticed she was gone, she reappered behind him grabbing him by the neck and bringing him closer towards him. Her dagger was held up to his throat. "So tell me, what excuse could u possibily think of that could keep me from killing you right now?" she said with smirking with playfulness in her voice and dagger still held up to his throat. "Honestly, nothing." he replied somewhat excited by being so close to death and by being so close to her. She moved her blade softly across his throat causing blood to trickle down his throat from a shallow cut. She laughed obviously enjoying watching him bleed. "Lucky for you, I am late for a prior engagement" she whispered into his ear. She released him causing him to fall, he turned back to see her, but she was gone. He grabbed a fist full of blood soaked soil and grass and sqeeuzed in frustration until it hurt. He threw it down and picked up his blades, sheaved them, and left, still thinking about his encounter with the Sinister Blade.