Sorry for random hiatus, Diablo 3 happened. Not much else left to say other than sorry.

Traxis' P.O.V

The grunts flowed into the room and raised their rifles. I picked a grenade up off the ground. "guns are a no-no, one ricochet and BOOM. Catch" I feigned pulling the pin and threw it at the troops, making them jump.

I released a blade and whipped it toward one of the grunts. It sunk into his head and I pulled to the side and sent him into his buddies. As they stumbled to the side, Umbra dashed forward and pinned one of the soldiers to the wall with his blade.

I dashed to the fight as well, I retracted the blade and used the momentum to spin myself and ram a fist into another guy. My blades came out and I went to work slitting throats and stabbing chests. A few of them chanced shots at us and I brought my foot back and kicked a grenade into one of their heads.

One pressed his gun against me and before I could turn, Umbra knocked him over and stabbed him on the ground with a mutter of "be aware." I ran between shelves and looked for more men farther into the room. I looked up and followed the wires to a single cable leading to the room.

"lights out" I threw a throwing knife at the cable and the lights went out. I activated eagle vision and hunted down the remaining people. I returned to the entrance and saw Umbra standing over a pile of dead bodies.

By the end of it, the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But then I did, my eyes went wide "run!" apparently the one I had punched was still awake and had pulled a grenade pin. I grabbed umbra by the collar and ran out of the door.

We sprinted through the halls and anyone we came across that wasn't already dead took a tungsten plated fist to the skull. I felt the explosion before I heard it.

I felt half a ton of gunpowder and gasoline exploding against my back as I left the building. I fell onto my front and crawled away from the burning building. I felt dizzy and passed out.

I woke up half an hour later on a roof. I felt something tucked in my hood, I pulled it out and it appeared to be a note. I opened it to fairly standard penmanship that read "your methods are… unorthodox, but they work. The burns didn't look too bad, but that is on the outside. I will report to the high council - Umbra"

I placed my hand on my back and felt a few burn marks with some scarring underneath. I got up and looked in the general direction of my apartment. I leapt across the rooftops and made my way in through the window.

I took the top half of my robes off and did the best medical care I could manage on short notice, a bottle of whiskey and gauze. I pulled out a needle and thread and proceeded to repair my uniform. After it was all done, I dropped onto my couch and got some well deserved sleep.

The next day, I suited up and went scouting. Going unnoticed across rooftops in broad daylight is not exactly the easiest feat, but possible. The remains of the armory were crowded with firemen and reporters. Any bodies we left got a swift and thorough cremation.

I thought to the silent assassin and noted his aptitude. Being able to cope with mu way of working is not a common talent, hence why I had been going on mostly solo missions. I felt the stiches on my back and took off back to my apartment.

Pretty short, but I needed to get something out.