Sinister (girlxgirl)

Targets

The Sinister Blade twiddled around with her knife that shone in the moonlight. The window was right beside her, in a hexagonal shape, illuminating the quiet training center below in the space above. She rested her head on the window frame and rubbed the 'S' engraved in the steel with her thumb.

The darkness consumed her figure except her hand with the weapon. It cast its shadow all the way to the door, which was directly in front of where she rested with the ray of moonlight illuminating the entrance amongst the rest of the dispersed equipment. The room itself was a wreck she thought. Where she rested herself often was the storage space that held extra equipment and weapons needed. It was compared to that of a hayloft inside a barn where they kept feed and supply for winter. She made herself comfortable by the window, often observing champions who trained there or just stayed there lost within her own mind. Tonight was one of those times where she couldn't help her mind's desire to ponder.

Despair. Fear. Vulnerability. Weakness.

Katarina crinkled her nose at the words. More so with their meanings.

It was exactly what her home taught her not to have and it was exactly what Ashe displayed. She showed vulnerability. The Noxian wouldn't have let her blades leave her side even if she was being burned alive. It was something no one should do. Reveling at the absurd idea Katarina grunted and remembered the archer's face. Fear. The queen wasn't too good in lying maybe because she was raised to be honest and truthful. She showed fear in her eyes although her body remained perfectly calm. It was one of the things Katarina hated.

Her thoughts were cut off by the eerie creak of the door. Her eyes caught the curves of a crystalline bow hugging the back of a petite figure.

Ashe looked around vigilantly straying her face away from the light with the hood. The gold borders of the cloth shined meekly along with the thin strands of snowy hair that peeked out from her cowl.

The Noxian watched attentively as she slowly closed the door, like that did anything for the squeaking metal hinges. She shut it firmly with her hand to the door then let out an audible breath. The queen figured that she was alone but that was not the case. Her hand wavered over her head and tore her cowl back. Ashe's hair fell flawlessly in place down her back and chest and her face revealed itself from its dark cave. She was indeed a beautiful woman that displayed elegance and grace with every stride, look and word.

She took her bow from her back and fixed the hair that was stuck on the bow string. Ashe mumbled curses to herself which crept a smile to Katarina's face. The Freljordian queen then walked to the center of the room then shifted towards the side to heave a training dummy from the shadows.

Katarina inched closer toward the edge of the hayloft and perched herself there making sure she was still hidden well. Ashe stretched herself forming a T with her arms then switching them to stretch her other arm. She stood a few yards away from the target that was painted sloppily with dull red on the center of the dummy's chest and armed her enchanted bow with one of the many arrows she carried in her quiver. She let out a cool breath which echoed softly and drew back, releasing all the tension she carried.

The arrow shot through the air like a bullet and hit the target dead at the center releasing splinters from the inside of the target. Her lips peeled back a smile and she took another into her string and struck right next to the first arrow. Over and over again she hit the same spot until a cluster of a dozen or more arrows occupied the exact same place. Ashe giggled to herself and went to take them out. She was careful to pull them out and brushed each one off and placed them back neatly into her quiver. Taking her bow back into her hands, she stroked the sleek edges smoothly. "Avarosa you never fail me." she whispered.