"I was only trying to help," said Jolie before lunging towards one of the assassins her movements a blur, leaving only a rush of wind and the rustle of leaves in her wake. They had underestimated her, mistaking her delicate appearance for weakness. Before they had thought she was an adorable little girl with no violent bone in her body but they were wrong.
She tackled one of the assassins with ferocious speed, her dagger flashing in the sunlight as she slashed with deadly precision. The innocence they had perceived in her was gone, replaced by the visage of a fearsome warrior.
The silence that followed was deafening with the only sound coming from the man gurgling on the ground while choking in his own blood. The assassins, momentarily frozen in disbelief, exchanged wary glances as they realised the grave mistake they had made.
