She prepared it instantly.
A mortal blow; as abrupt as it was unimaginable. No other expression was shared in her eyes other than the man before her.
"Die, then."
The dagger landed cleanly, and nicely, between a pair of eyes. Inscribed into the flesh of a human as to where blood leaked out profusely, then, with a sudden thud, his body dropped instantly and dramatically.
Before them, a figure stood, a snazzy black suit tight onto her figure. Blood splattered against the pants and black shoes, but it didn't come across as if she cared, no.
Her short hair barely reached past her shoulders, a messy blend of both blonde and black, neither neat nor kept in order. Chaos, just as she would like it.
She blinked twice, her right Pearl eye blinking before her Emerald. Red blood stains painted her face slightly as she attempted to get it out. She looked before the body, smiled, and then crouched.
