Prologue
The purple haired girl was eating pumpkin pie in a bar when a group of thugs sauntered up to her.
"Hey, you." One of the thugs growled.
The girl ignored them.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
The girl sighed and turned to the group. "Can you at least let me finish my pie?"
She turned back and continued to eat.
The leader blinked, then scowled. "Girlie, you shouldn't have come here alone."
The girl wiped her mouth and turned to face the leader. "I don't need help."
The leader snarled and pulled out a dagger. He dashed forwards and lashed out with it, hoping to slash her in the chest.
She simply ducked, grabbed his wrist, and brought her elbow down on it.
An audible 'crack' sounded in the room.
The thug screamed in agony and sank to his knees.
"That was warning one." she said coldly.
"Get her!" howled the leader.
The rest of the group pulled out daggers and swords and advanced.
she sighed and stood up, She pulled a wither skull out of her pocket and tossed it onto the ground.
The skull burst, unleashing a plume of black gas that instantly engulfed the group.
All of them fell down and started coughing, unable to breath.
She pulled out a rapier.
The girl calmly walked forwards and impaled one of them through the chest, and then turned around and slashed another's throat. Both of them slumped forwards onto the ground and their bodies shattered into glowing white shards. The shards disintegrated into dust, and then reformed again in the form of items.
She went to work, stabbing and slashing out with her scimitar.
And then there was only one left.
The leader.
"Please," gasped the leader. "No...mercy...I beg you..."
The girl stared down at him. She pulled out a drawing of some symbol and tossed it on the ground in front of him.
The leader whimpered in shock. He recognized the symbol.
"Does this look like the face of mercy?"
The girl stabbed him in the back of the head, killing him. He shattered into shards.
She kicked aside the items floating in front of her. She had no need for this junk.
There was a 'ping' sound, and the girl pulled out a small device. Made by none other than the redstone genius Cara.
On it was a message:
He will arrive soon. Get ready to initiate the plan. Do not mess up.
The time has come.
S
She sighed and put the device back in her pocket. So much for a break. But she would not complain.
After all, she was the world's greatest assassin. Her name was Halfshot.
She walked out of the bar and tossed an emerald onto the counter in front of a flabbergasted woman, who promptly fainted.
She looked into the sky.
Up high above the sky, a new star appeared.