Redcat: The Princess of Quietus

The cloaked figure's lithe body vaulted over the railing fluidly, whilst his brutish pursuer struggled to follow after his pantheresque prey. The brute remained behind the railing searching for his slinky target. A black personage departed from a larger mass of umbrage, and from it came a brilliant flash of light. Soaring through the night sky, a twirling blade which would land in the brute's throat. The brute staggered backwards, not only shocked but mortally wounded. He struggled there, gurgling blood, and limping about. Soon, after a dull thud, it became as quiet as a millpond, no more gurgling, no more struggling. A sizable man lay on his face, with a knife through his neck. This was the fate of one who followed an assassin.