Red Houses . II

confrontation

Chaos erupts instantly. 

Assassins take cover in nearby debris while civilians run for cover. Bullets and the odd arrow soar through the sky and cut through the middle ground. Bodies fall one after the other. Blood painting the ground of Budapest as the carnage increases. 

Natasha struggles under a fallen slab of concrete. The piece had fallen right over her midsection leaving her arms and legs free. The weight however granted no reprieve. 

Clint ducks behind a toppled car, bow drawn and arrow notched as he observes the situation. 

Nearby grunting catches his attention causing him to situate his aim in said direction. His eyes widen when he sees the redhead from earlier stuck under a chunk of concrete as a scarred and bloody man approaches from behind. 

Without thinking, his arrow looses and finds it's target in the man's chest. 

Natasha gasps when the man falls behind her. His warm blood spilling from his chest and seeping into her clothes. With a final burst of strength, Natasha heaves the concrete off of her. Instantly her gun is drawn and pointed at her savior, distrust bright in her eyes. 

"You're not my target." Clint reasons, lowering his bow but still cautious.

"You still have a price on your head." Natasha grunts.

"So do you." 

Oblivious to the whole situation and agreement forming between two master assassins, Katya yanks her blade out of her payload. 

Blood drenches not only her face but every inch of visible skin. Usually she wasn't so messy but she was enjoying the kill for once. 

Katya laughs in joy. Eyes crazed with blood lust as she continues hunting her prey in her final goal to be the last master assassin. 

Stalking through the destruction, she cuts down all in her path. Miscellaneous wounds litter her body but none of it is any concern to her as she searches for her ultimate targets. 

Katya jumps when an arrow lands at her feet. "You missed!" She shouts, eyes blazing as she turns to face her assailant. 

"Check again." Clint smirks. 

Blood drains from Katya's face as a blinking catches her attention. "Shit." Before she can sprint away, the arrow detonates and sends her flying. 

She collides with a nearby building, blood spilling from her mouth. A spray of bullets comes in her direction, Katya rolling away from the area before they can make contact. 

Never in any of her planning did Katya expect her two greatest targets to team up. Yet here they were. Barricaded behind the same fallen car and taking turns firing at her. 

"Very well." She muses. 

Ducking behind a toppled building, Katya guages her situation. Nearly everyone on her list was eliminated. Mostly by her hand but her main targets were still out there. 

Katya pulls away the hand holding her side. Cringing at the sight of the blood and sizable hole marring her side. 

In the end sacrifices would need to be made. 

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