A.N. Due to late release yesterday, this probably won't be on any reader's alerts due to FF's weird 24 hr rule. I'll try to remember to mention in the next chapter to go back to this one if you miss it.
Chapter 68 - Saving the Fang
Sienna whipped her metal chain at the retreating assassin and released another one of her Dust projectiles. Black merely swiped it away from him, causing a pillar of ice to rise from the ground.
'Damn, he's good.'
This was bad. So far, only Tukson bit the dust but the others were sporting serious injuries. The assassin kept preventing Sienna from going anywhere while the Grimm kept taking out the rest of their members.
"Oh ho ho! I didn't think I'd find someone like you here. But what a surprise... you're perfect."
This was the first time the other man spoke since he appeared, and already Sienna felt nauseated.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Your soul... it's so bruised and hurt it's beautiful. And then there's your Semblance."
As Sienna was about to rush in, she suddenly collapsed to the ground - struggling to breathe. Gasps escaped from her mouth as she tried to hold her throat.
'A Semblance?'
"Oh, this is perfect! Your soul will fit perfectly with my collection!"
Sienna tried to bring herself up, but her knees collapsed under her again. Black stood above her with a demented grin on his face, and slowly reached his hand towards her.
"n-no!"
"Hey Black!"
Out of nowhere, a large piece of debris smashed into Black's body - knocking him away. The attack didn't do much, as Black had his Aura protecting him. But it did knock off the strange power that had Sienna struggling earlier.
"Wraaaghhh!" She quickly swiped with her weapon, causing Black to temporarily retreat. Turning to look at who saved her, Sienna's body unconsciously flinched back.
"What the hell are you wearing?!"
It was Ambassador Rory... fully dressed in a dark blue Victorian styled dress covering up his entire body. White gloves covered his hands, a large hat hid most of his face, and even then he wore a strange masquerade mask that only left a little bit of his mouth visible.
"I needed a disguise." Even his voice was high pitched like he was trying to pretend to be a woman.
"Why?!"
"Reasons!"