The large wrist blades of the assassin pops out, the light of the moon making them shine in the night. Durk's men tremble in fear as they point their weapons at the Deathdealer, never having seen one before, but hearing of their deadly reputation.
Trevor Durk: Hold your fire, hold your fire! (Durk orders his men, making them stand down)... Please let's talk about this, I know how serious you are now, so please just call him off. (Durk pleaded, fear written all over his face)
"Aah I'm afraid I can't do that. You see I made a deal with this gentleman, anyone who tries to kill me, or even threatens to harm me in any way, must die! And the thing I love about Deathdealers, is that they always keep their word, something you should have done. (The woman says as she steps back into the shadows, accompanied by her followers)
Wolf: Before we do this I must ask, do any of you have Life Cards? (The assassin asks, ready to get to work)
