To Know You're Alive: Chapter 6

The warrior walked through the now bright city, her hood still hiding her. She knew that there would be plenty of people looking for her after what she had done. She walked among the crowd, doing her best to blend in, but she noticed several men glaring suspiciously at her. As she walked farther down the street, she saw more and more men following her. Laying a hand on her concealed sword, the young warrior ran towards the forest. She knew that's what they wanted, her away from the public eye where they could kille her, slowly and passionately. But they did not know who they were dealing with. A master assasin at the least. She ran deeper and deeper into the dark woodlands. She had at least a three minute lead on the closest man so she used the time to draw her sword. After several minutes of running, she stopped in a large opening, panting for breath as she eyed the forest aound her.
   Shadows began darting through the trees and laughter filled the breeze. In seconds, everything fell silent and eight men stepped out of the shadows on every side, encircling her. The warrior's smirk quickly faded.
"Well aren't you clever?" asked a tall, heavy built man with sparkling brown eyes. He wore an evil smirk as he stood crossed armed.
The warrior smiled slightly but it quickly faded. "Well I believe so. I mean, I cornered your leader in a place I knew you wouldn't dare follow him to. If you were anyy more clever, you and all your friends would have been there to guard him."
The man's smirk disappeared andd he lowered his lengthy arms to his sides. "Are you /wanting/ to play games? 'Cause we would be /more/ than happy to do so."
The warrior fingered her sord's handle and smirked as she pulled off her cloak, tossing it to the side. She wore black undergarments that were decorated with gold armor. Her leggings were tight on her skin, showing off her muscular legs, and her shirt showed off her thin and curved body. "Oh, but I don't play childish games." she replied, cooly and unchanged then released two throwing knives, both hitting their targets. Two of the men fell, the daggers protruding from their foreheads. The other six men charged her and the seven were locked in a bloody duel to the death. The warrior was out numbered but the men were outskilled. It was just a matter of what advantage was used best.