Miach
Curse this storm. I thought to myself as the rain lashed down around me. I was perched on a rooftop; the wet slates beneath me making it all the more difficult to remain in place. My eyes watched my target through the gloom as they remained in place. A dark silhouette against a grey background. Hood drawn, shielding their face from the rain. I could only guess who they were waiting for in this blasted weather. Lightning lanced through the sky, the brief flash of light giving me a snap view of the male's face. A jagged scar crossed his features in a diagonal line, from above his left eye to the right corner of his mouth. It was gone in an instant, followed by the low rumbling of thunder through the air. You'd better know something about Nuada. A strong gust of wind made my cloak flap around me as the male began to move down the street. Shit. I rose to my feet, letting the blood flow back into my legs, before taking off along the rooftops; making sure I kept the figure in my sights.
The man stopped outside a door on the row of houses opposite me, and I could barely make out his hand reaching out and knocking on it. A warm, inviting glow ebbed onto the street as the door opened and my target casually stepped in, lowering his hood in the process. The door snapped closed behind him, cutting me off from the promise of comfort.
"Got you." I murmured to myself, as my foot slipped on a wet slate, almost making me tumble to the sodden ground below. Cursing to myself I regained my balance before taking a few steps backwards, away from the edge of the house. I took a deep breath and focused my gaze on the opposing roof top before sprinting towards the roofs edge. My right foot kicked off from the ground, launching me into the abyss.
The air is knocked out of me as I landed on the opposing roof with a thud. My hands scramble against the slippery slates, fumbling for a decent handhold as my body slowly slid backwards, closer to the sheer drop onto the street below. Drawing on a tie to mana I send the magic outwards, carving a handhold beneath my grip. I shimmied my way over towards the window to my right, kicking in the wooden latch before I launched myself inside the three story house.
"What the fuck?" The male voice sounded angry and I looked up, noticing his hand reaching for his dagger. I pulled my own from my belt and the wall was streaked red as the body fell, blood gurgling from a gash at the man's neck.
Muffled voices rose up the stairs to meet me as I crouched at my fallen enemy, using his dirty tunic to clear the gore from my blade. I took my first look around the room, noticing it was only furnished with a simple wooden; table lit with a singular candle. Heavy footsteps sounded up the stairs as I crouched behind the table.
"Everything alright Jay?" A gruff voice called into the room as two pairs of boots appeared before me. "What the hell?!" It exclaimed as the new arrivals noticed the corpse. One of them crouched down next to the body as I clutched my dagger, drawing on mana.
I launched myself onto the table and kicked at the man that was standing. My foot connected with the side of face and sent him sprawling against the blood covered wall. My moment of surprise over, the male who was examining the corpse rose to his feet, pulling a jagged knife from the back of his trousers.
"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, cautiously eying me up and down. Smiling, I sent a blast of energy at the man in response, pushing him backwards. His head knocked against the wall and he fell limp to the floor.
"What do you want?" The remaining man asked, a dark crimson covering his tunic. I jumped down from the table and strode past him, butting him in the head with the pommel of my dagger. He collapsed to the floor as I descended the first flight of stairs.
"I'm assuming you're here for me." A cool voice drifted towards me as I reached the second floor. Dark shadows flowed around the room. I could barely make out the cloaked figure from the street was sat at the table, leaning back in his chair as he casually crossed his feet on the countertop. "I don't appreciate being followed."
