A/N: Blood and guts time just thought I'd forewarn you peeps

Inside, the house was practically pitch black and unless you had very good eyesight (like myself) or you knew your way around, you'd alert everyone in the place that you were there, or at the very least kill yourself, as there was some rather crude yet quite effective trap set around the place. I guess it was a backup in case the guard didn't manage to discourage someone. But my exceptional sight and me found our way around easily, plus it wasn't like the house was a maze, just one corridor continued through the house, there were doors leaving off but all were locked and empty. I didn't have to kick the doors down or anything, the silence and smell of large amounts of dirty and dust gave the impression that those rooms hadn't been used in a while.

At the very end of the corridor was a door, just a simple wooden door. I stopped in front of the door to examine it. I knew that this room was being used, the light from under the door and the sound of men's voices kinda gave that away. I looked over the whole door very carefully and with a smirk stood up and with one swift kick the door flew off its hinges, showering the people inside with splinters. I like to make a big entrance, and you can' get much bigger than kicking the door of the room in when no one expects it.

The occupants of the room were rather shocked and startled by this, they just sat or stood where they were, mouths hanging open like fish, the most ridiculous looks upon their faces. I stepped forward 'I'm looking for Deollyn. Show me where he is' was what I'd have liked to have said, but I didn't quite get that far. The men had seemed to have gotten over the shock of an elf knocking the door clear off its hinges.

It wasn't much of a fight. There were only eight of them and just two of who had weapons with them, which did surprise me as I thought that this house was supposed to contain a crime lord and that these people would be assassins or at the very least just common criminals. And I guessed that they would carry weapons with them all of the time, I know I do, they're just concealed very well. Though the room they were in seemed to be a mess hall as there were tables, chairs, bowls and cup there. So that may have been why some had no weapons, though the incompetence of their feeble little minds probably played a part in it too. But honestly, these people are supposed to be professionals. HA! I've seen animals be more professional that this bunch of losers.

Well, a couple came at me straight away without even thinking about what they were doing. Quicker than a flash, I reached behind my head, drew my knives and brought them down in a sweeping arc over my head and into the man directly in front of me. The blades hit both his shoulder joints and sliced straight through them with the greatest of ease (told you elvish blades were sharp) and I finished the stroke by pushing my arms out to my sides and spilling the guts of the two beside the first to fall.

I took half a step back so the corpses wouldn't fall on me, it's a little harder to fight if you've got the extra weight of a body or two on you, as the next lot came at me (having not learnt their lesson from the first lot). Like the first rabble, they had no weapons either but this time they all seemed to come forward at once. One threw a quick and very badly aimed punch, which I ducked easily, and it gave me a clean and easy shot so I pushed one knife straight into him, right up to the hilt. I pull it up as I slashed at the one on my right with the other knife, carving a deep gouge into his chest. Then the last of this lot came towards me. I looked him straight in the eye and a wicked grin spread across my face. I removed the blade from the man's chest and turned properly to face the last one, my eyes still fixed to his, a feral smile playing at my lips.

He stopped for the briefest of seconds as doubt momentarily flashed across his face, then he seemed to get over whatever feeling he had just experienced and started towards me again. When he finally get to me I stood still and did nothing, he took it as a moment of hesitation, poor reflexes or something as he threw a punch with his left hand, that I blocked and held there with my right arm. Thinking that I wasn't ready or waiting for it, I threw a punch with his right, trying to get me from around our arms. But I blocked it as easily as I did with the first, only with my left arm, and I held that there too. So there we both stood, arms crossed over each other and my knives still in my hands. He laughed thinking he had the upper hand, but I smiled sweetly back at him and pushed myself forward.

It caught him off balance and he stumbled backwards. He began to drop his hands to catch himself in case he fell and that was exactly what I needed and was hoping for and with one swift and strong movement I uncrossed my arms, pulling the knives with them. He continued to fall, though his head hit the ground first. I sighed with great disappointment as his body hit the floor. Men's reactions are very predictable, rush forward before thinking and kill whatever's in your way. And nine times out of ten they're the ones who end up as carrion. Though there was still two left, the two that had weapons with them. Maybe the carcasses at my feet were just the amateurs and the 'real tough guys' (yeah right!) were all that was left and standing near the back of the room, which on closer inspection was quite large for the size of the house. Well I was about to see if I was correct.

Taking another step back so that I wasn't up to my knees in dead bodies, I looked at the two that were left. They just looked back at me, and up and down. I guess they were 'sizing me up' as they call it. It was at that time I noticed that I was covered in blood, and I mean covered. It was all over my hands and arms, all down my front and over my face and hair too. It was at that moment when I thought it might not have been such a good idea to decapitate the last one. Men make such an awful mess when they die, blood everywhere, pouring, gushing and squirting out of every little hole that's made. Well it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but I was covered in blood now so I guess I'd just have to deal with it. I'd just clean my clothes and myself later. Ok I'd be dirty for about an hour or so beforehand, but they'd be dead a lot longer.

'Who's next?' I spoke with a grin. One answered plainly 'you fight well against unarmed men, left see how you fair against weaponry'. He pulled out his sword and charged, but before he got three steps, I'd replaced my knives in their scabbards on my back, retrieved my bow, fitted it with an arrow and fired. As always, my aim was impeccable and the arrow went straight into the centre of his right eye. He didn't even make it to the heap of bodies I had made and the room was only nine paces long. I sighed again at the great disappointment these men were filling me with, I must have been wrong with the thought of these two being the 'tough guys'. They really had a lot to learn. Though I wasn't going to teach them anything, well maybe just one or two things like: 'they're a bunch of morons', 'they're hopeless when it comes to this sort of thing' and they better steer clear of elves and especially me for I'll kick their arses'.

I replaced my bow to my back during the time it took for the shock of what I had just done and the speed and deadly precision at which it was carried out to wear off the last one left. Whoever I had just wasted was obviously a dear friend to one that was left as he shouted something at me, I didn't hear what it was as I was in the middle of yearning, and charged much as the other one had done welding [wielding, he must be quite un prepared for battle if he had to weld his sword before he can use it ;-p] his sword. He raised it as he ran, he must have had the idea of trying to cleave me in two, but I caught his arms on the downward stroke, used his forward momentum to twist him round so he was in front of me and I pulled his arms back so that the sword was at his throat, though his hands were the ones who held it. He struggled against my grip on his arms and I pulled him against my body and whispered gently in his ear: 'Now listen to me very carefully'
A/N: hope you liked this chapter, well everyone better coz I felt like a total idiot writing it. Coz I was acting out the moves that Leggie does, so I was walking up and down my room waving my arms about like a mad woman when my mum walked in and looked at me like I was crazy and asked what I was doing when I had my hands in the air about to chop off the guys arms. I felt very embarrassed and mumbled 'nothing'. Then later she found my [me] pace around the house so I could get an idea of how big this room should be. So you better all appreciate this chapter coz I made myself look like more of a fool than I already am just for you peeps. And if you don't, then I'll hunt you down, find you and set my army of elves on you, and they're [they'll] shoot you full of arrows. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Enjoy peeps. And I'm getting close to hand writing the slashly bits, only another couple of chapters (it'll be another 4 or 5 typed coz I'm behind in typing up coz of revision and evil computerness ..not to mention the pixiefaires and 'them')