A/N: Okay, yeah, thieves and assassins and Rogue…immediately you think Romy, right? Well, I need help. Writing a Romy scene kind of terrifies me. I don't know what it is, but I'm scared. If those of you with experience in this area could give me a few hints, I would be eternally grateful to you. Forever and ever. But anyways, just so you know, I do intend to make this a Romy fic, eventually. I would just appreciate a few pointers.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-men or anything associated with Marvel comics. I am a lowly fan and nothing else.
She was there again, the sixth night in a row. He may not be able to see her or hear her, but he could definitely smell her, an odd mixture of the sea and a cold winter evening, mysterious and alluring. She had never been this close to the institute before, who ever this woman was, and Logan was determined to make sure that she wouldn't be back at the end of this visit.
With a crack of his neck, he left the mansion to go hunting. She was stealthy, quick and quiet. If he were anyone else, he would never have known she was here, except for her smell. It seemed to permeate everything she came in contact with, no matter how long the contact.
Oh, she was good, very good, weaving and backtracking, never letting him hear or see her. It had been awhile since he had come across such a formidable opponent; this was going to be fun.
He followed the scent out of the forest and around the institute. Something wasn't right, the way she was moving was off. He rounded a corner and found out why.
She stood in front of the fountain, back towards him. The large moon illuminated her so Logan could finally get a look at this mystery woman. She was tall with a slender body and long black hair; so black it was almost blue. She had pulled it back into a French braid and it fell to just below her waist. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, almost as pale as the moon itself. Her right arm hung at her side, and in her right hand shone the blade of a katana.
It was a trap. She had led him here knowing exactly what she was doing.
A light laugh was heard from his opponent. She looked at him over her shoulder.
" Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something?"
Logan gave a low growl and unsheathed his claws. Upon hearing the ominous "Snikt" of his claws, the woman turned to face him, inspecting him with a cold, calculating look, a look that was all business. She was definitely a professional.
" Are you sure you want to start something, darlin'?"
"More than anything."
With that, Logan let out the Wolverine and charged at the woman. She didn't even flinch, just stood there watching him, waiting until the right moment, then she jumped straight into the air, flipping herself end over end and landing behind him in a crouch, katana still in hand. Wolverine stopped his charge as quickly as he could and turned on his heel, just in time to see a flash of silver as the woman's blade narrowly missed his left ear. His piercing blue eyes met her hard gray ones for a split second before she quickly spun to her left and out of striking range. They slowly started to circle each other, waiting for the right time to attack, watching for the first sign of weakness.
Suddenly, as if neither could wait any longer, they both charged one another, brandishing blades with a wild abandon. If someone had been watching them, they would have witnessed a beautiful and violent dance the likes of which they had never seen, with flashing blades and spectacular maneuvers performed with the utmost ease.
The only thing Wolverine could hear was the clash of weapons and his own heart beat roaring in his ears. The woman was good, matching him strike for strike, move for move, but he could see that she was tiring. She had amazing endurance, but he could still tell she was tiring. His breathing started to become heavier and he knew he had to find an opening soon.
He found it. He promptly ducked, throwing her off balance, and before she could regain her balance, he shot back up, grabbing a hold of her throat and slamming her up against a brick wall.
He glowered at his opponent, and she met his stare with a glare of her own.
" What do you want?" he growled at her
" I have come for η πριγκίπισσα" (The Princess translated from Greek).