Bluish-white moonlight illuminated the green plains. The trees softly rustling in the breeze, the noise of soft stamping of soldiers on the coarse soils. Massive stone walls edged against the foilage, light eminating from behind the walls, small wooden doors spaced out in the stone bricks.
"Let's move." Ichigo whispered to the section, the group following the outskirts of the fortress. They were all lightly equipped, wearing a minimal amount of plate and chain-link armor to reduce noise. To substitute, they wore leather and cotton padding, although it didn't act like a wall like steel plate, it worked in the same way: Protect yourself. The section was equiped with smaller weapons opposed to polearms. Everyone but Ichigo was equipped with slim longswords, the blue haired lass wielding a rapier and buckler.
"Remember the plan, we go in after clearing the side entrances, make sure you keep an eye out." Ichigo continued, pushing herself out of the brush and approached the fortress swiftly. She pressed her back onto the wall, the rest of the group following her and doing the same. The small girl gestured Futoshi to come to the front, the large male softly shimmied towards her.
"Take it down." She spoke, tapping on a wooden door. Futoshi nodded, moving himself away and preparing to bash the door open.
Futoshi charged at the door, ramming his shoulder into it, causing it to be indented and weakened. The brunet backed up and brushed his shoulder, Hiro walking towards the door and lining his foot up. The black haired male inhaled, his heart starting to pulsate quicker. A swift kick on the door sent it tumbling unwards, Hiro landing on his foot and running inside, his longsword choked up to his right hip. Inside the wall stood four soldiers eating, however reacting quickly and arming themselves.
"Barbarian!" An old soldier, his hair grey with streaks of white, yelling at Hiro. The veteran brandishing his arming sword and roundshield.
The black haired male stood in the opening, unable to move. His muscles tensing, his breathing becoming coarse. Hiro started to sweat profusely, unable to act, only to be pushed out of the way by Zorome. The brunet pushing off the destroyed door and impaling a the old man.
"Sound the alar--" An enemy who was barely even in his twenties found his back being probed by the sharp end of Ichigo's rapier. He looked at the two soldiers, both of them struck with fear, and said one word. "Run."
His breathing was cut off by the thin weapon puncturing his lung. The freightened soldiers swiftly ran towards a stairwell and descended up the wall.
"After them!" Ichigo commanded, pointing in their direction. Mitsuru, Ikuno, Zorome and Miku sprinted after them 2x2.
Hiro stood still, only to feel Naomi tap his head. "You'll get the hang of it."
The black haired male coughed and broke out of his trance. He just shook his head, rubbing his eyes and then looking down at his right hand.
"Come on, we have an assassination to do." The brunette spoke, as if they were playing a fucked up game.
"Yeah, yeah whatever..." Hiro replied, his voice drained of any life, if it ever had any at all.
The section regroup up top the wall, keeping their heads down and hiding corpses.
"Alright, split into two cells, Cell 1, head into the palace and take out our target, 'Lord Veldt Guiyard'. Cell 2 will secure this area, so return once you're done." Ichigo commanded, looking towards the gandiose palace.
Cell 1 was smaller of the two, only hosting two pairs, Hiro, Naomi, Zorome, and Miku. Cell 2 however was three pairs. Within' the cell was "Command Pair" or Goro and Ichigo. The other two were Mitsuru, Ikuno, Futoshi, and Kokoro.
"Yes Mi'lady." They all replied, Cell 1 departing immediately by scaling down the wall and dispersing into the interior foilage.
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Within' the wall, there was alot of cover to manuever around and not be spotted, especially since the cell was made up of the shorter and thinner members of Section 13.
"You know the rules, whoever gets the kill gets a fourth of everyone's dinner!" Zorome challenged a cocky smile stricken across his face.
"You're on, monkey boy!" Miku laughed, rushing into the brush.
"See ya in the palace, Hiro!" The brunet ran off, trying to secure his prize.
"I kinda want to win, sooo--" Naomi followed them, heading towards the palace.
Hiro didn't care about the challenge, so he just shook his head and ran directly towards the palace, his heart pumping adrenaline through his whole body. The black haired male found himself sneaking through a window and into the eating hall. He looked around the room, his muscles feeling twitchy, the adrenaline getting to his head. His ears started to pick up a faint noise.
Footsteps on wooden flooring.
The faint thumps made Hiro jump, his brain starting to demand more oxygen, making him breathe faster.
The noise got closer, causing Hiro to get ready, looking towards the doorway and holding his weapon back in anticipation.
The black haired male pushed himself off his feet the moment the person's body came into vision. Every movement felt so slow on him, his sword feeling so heavy as he rushed towards the target. Even if it felt so slow, it ended so quickly. Hiro felt the tip of his sword impale the flesh of his victim and the blade striking the wall behind them.
Hiro looked up at his enemy, but what he saw caused him to go into a state of agony. Zorome and Miku walked down the hall, arguing about who actually got the kill and should recieve the prize. The two stopped, their eyes widening once they saw the scene.
Hiro was shocked, unable to move a muscle, his breathing becoming coarse as he let out a grotesque scream, letting go of his blade and pulling at his collar. The impaled corpse went limp and fell towards the group.
He was unable to speak as he looked at the corpse. He whispered one name.
"Naomi..."