the four horsemen

Assassins

**Rosa learned that there were two things that made you vulnerable on the streets:being alone, and being a woman, and she was both.

But it didn't bother her much, because she also learned how to protect herself, how to know when someone was following you, how to know how much they were and if they were armed or not.

She pushed once again the door of that tavern she was so used to go to.It was the worse tavern you could find, everyone here had, at least, committed three murders, along with many other crimes.

And she had just added three to her list.

It was fast, she had already spotted the one following her for five streets, and the one hidden in the alley just in behind the tavern.She already had her knife out when the third one appeared from what seemed to be nowhere, but she could tell he came from the roof.He fell heavily in front of her, and for an instant, a blink of an eye, he was unprotected.

And that's all it took to slit his throat.

He never got the chance to get up, when the blade was gone from his throat the only thing he did was touch it and look at the blood with shock, then he looked at her, and fell back.

As if he didn't expect her to defend herself, to actually kill him.

And for a second, she felt bad, maybe she didn't have to kill him, just hurt him really, really badly.

But she didn't have much time to think about it.

As the two were charging her furiously, they were clearly not happy she killed their friend, she got a second blade out, this one was hidden in her sleeve.

She always liked to say she had more than one trick in her sleeves.

And this one was extremely sharp.

As the first one tried to hit her with a furious right hook, she dodged under it and let her blade, still dripping from blood, sink into his chest, all the way to the guard, and piercing his heart.

It was just with the tip of the blade but it was enough for him to let out a scream that would freeze your blood.

But she went too deep and didn't have enough time to get out of there and dodge the kick that was coming from under.She took it right in the ribs, knocking the air out of her lungs, and throwing her several feets away.

She hit the wall behind her so hard she let go of her knives.

"You fucking bitch" said the man, clearly angry and menacing, "you just killed the only family I have, am gonna skin you alive!"

"First of all," she said, helping herself with the wall to get up, "jumping from a roof in front of someone with a knife is not really a bright idea".

The man's face deformed with anger and he answered her with a punch in the stomach, making her almost throw up.

Her eyes lit up with anger.

"You could've...left...alive"

She brought her head back and gave a head butt so strong you could hear the bones on his face crack.

He brought his hands to his face, but before they even got to his throat she was attacking again, a flurry of blows, enraged but precise, she only hit vital points, with a strength that would shake walls.

And at the end she grabbed him by the face and throw him threw the windows of the tavern, and only then, she calmed down.

She took her knives back, cleaned them on the bodies, searched their pockets for some money, but the only thing she found was a paper, with her name on it, and a price.