"What happened?" Shadowstep muttered as he slowly returned to consciousness.
"Solomon Grundy hit you. I need to go and save Ben. If I don't make it out of there, tell the others and kill Declan Blackwell with your own hands." Serana panted, setting her ally down behind some blown-up cement.
"I have faith in you."
With Shadowstep's voice floating in the air, Serana turned back and dashed to the warehouse. She'd pulled on her old cowl, and it was the very thing that made people fear everything in the world. It turned her back into Shadow Dancer, one of the most feared female assassins in the world. Her heart heavy with rage, Shadow Dancer faced Declan Blackwell once more, her knives held tight in her large hands and itching for the rush of the kill.
"BLACKWELL!" Shadow Dancer yelled into the darkness.
"Holy shit!" Ben cursed, his light blue eyes focused on the infamous mask.
"Over HERE!" Declan sneered, charging Shadow Dancer in a furious rage.
Her eyes burning, Shadow Dancer rushed Declan with her knives prepared to wrench out the life within. She'd spent hours sharpening them at home, waiting for him to show up again just to end up dead. Soon enough her problems doubled as Solomon Grundy rushed her, his monstrous footsteps shaking the earth beneath them. She only stood there, facing Declan with fury in her eyes and her heart in her ears. Solomon Grundy was now a few feet away, and before he could give her the same punch that knocked out Shadowstep she'd leaped high into the air and landed on the beast's shoulders. She was hoping that she could control him long enough to knock Declan into the wall before taking care of the rest, but Grundy tried to shake her off, leaving her frustrated. Her teeth bared, Shadow Dancer drove one of her knives into Grundy's brain, causing him to rumble to the ground inches from Declan. Before he could blink, she'd landed on him and took him to the ground, but he recovered and pulled out his .45 and trained it on her head. She scissored her ankles around his legs and pulled with every fiber of her being, and he fell hard onto the ground. She was on her feet and rushed toward Ben, but as she attempted to free him from his bindings Declan fired his gun. A .45 caliber bullet forced its way into her chest, knocking her down and leaving Ben with the thought of her death branded in his mind.