'How did she? Nothing even happened.' Macon collapsed onto the ground with devastating blows to her abdomen and legs. The chains of the harpoon retreated to its stiff post, falling to the ground next to battered and bruised teammates.
A terrible silence fell, as nobody was sure what had even come about during the breakaway match. The stillness lasted for a short while, and the arena gave the usual, booming applause in the rush of excitement. But Wallis stared blankly at the audience before finding her clients to the left in a relaxed stance at the center. Clearly they knew that the battle was to be one-sided with little effort. She couldn't remember the person's name, not that it really matter, and simply nodded to them. After all, she wasn't here to make small talk; it was strictly client and provider.
But a pair of watchful eyes looked to her in the crowd, clapping along like it was a good show. And her ears could only hear those hands, blocking out the noise. She was no stranger to the identity of the onlooker; they certainly didn't know who she was. At least, not any specifics.
They made their way to the exit, rounding the corner before reaching the end of the hall.
"You know, I doubted you when she used those chains as a trap, but then I realised, you were being lazy. You weren't paying attention even in the end, were you?" Her client spoke. The young miss's braid fell over as she glanced back at Wallis, her mouth quirking up to an almost-smile. Wallis remained silent, walking along until they found the room. Nameless left her at the door, going inside to get the usual.
"Here, you did fulfill the requirements after all, even if it was half-heartedly," she sighed, retrieving the suitcase before putting it into the soldier's hands, "geez, you could be a little more enthusiastic about it. Ah, well, take a break. Next match isn't going to be until a couple days." The door shut, leaving her in a cold silence.
The clicking of heels gave away her presence to Emerald. Something was up, otherwise, these matters would have been left behind close doors after yesterday's incident. Two one-sided matches in row did seem suspicious; although the one between the cocky fashionista, what was her name, Courtney, no, Coco, was a given - a terrible pairing with top-heavy fighters. You gotta play smart to win.
"I say we got some mercenaries in the midst of our fight." Her slender body leaned on to the wall, arms crossed.
Mercury's eyebrow cock up, curious, and the jungle-woman admittedly, felt the same. They both jumped in, "Mercenaries?"
"And there's more than one?" She did feel that the student with the shield was suspicious, but didn't sense that any of the others were, off. Her partner just seemed like a spoiled brat, and could even be considered dead-weight if you were sharp enough to notice.
"Yes, quite the trouble makers they are. They're not on the same team, but they are working together." Cinder's hair spilled over her shoulder, revealing the left eye that was usually concealed by messy black.
"Who hired them?" There was a momentary pause before Emerald continued, trying to steady her voice, "And, what do you suggest we do?"
"Think about it...mercenaries don't align themselves with anybody. They work for themselves, probably due to the fact that society shuns them. Even more distasteful than faunus." She picked at her fingernails, and a smirk played onto her lips. "Let's be smart about it and leave them be. We'll deal with them at the grand finale...when it's necessary."
She began to leave, the same wedges clicking away at the end of the arch. "If they're a threat to society, don't bother them. Or our plans will be ruined, and it'll be hard to make a come back."
The duo assassins merely stared, careful to not lose their cool. They couldn't forget their reason for being here, like always; controlling
their emotions to the right degree would allow for the success of their plans.
"Hey, do they know about us, and what we're doing?" He called to the slender figure from afar.
"Of course, what do you expect, they're mercenaries after all. That's why society shuns them." And with that, Cinder could no longer be traced.
They went about Vale in pursuit of Emerald's love of books, but she came to a halt. The streets were busy with everyone in anticipation of the upcoming fights, and the booths settled along the roads, selling plenty of fan-merchandise. They always drew in too many crowds for her liking. So her eyes would wander, and in the distance, she found something, albeit startled. Along the bridge, a silver glint could be seen from afar, back-and-forth the reflector went.
"You realise that this time," Mercury spoke up, "she never said the usual 'don't worry, leave it to me'."
She looked down, biting her lip. "Yeah, I know."
