Saxon was in the middle of an unfair battle. Even so, she was holding her own against two assassins. Eisan retreated and shot his first bullet out of his gun. Saxon faced Eisan's direction, ready to either block or dodge the shot, but the girl came in behind her.
This would leave Saxon with limited options. If she were to block the bullet, then she would get attacked from behind and that may result in more bullets being shot, with would mean her death. Blocking wasn't an option.
If she were to dodge the bullet, by sidestepping, then, with the distance between herself and the girl, Saxon would be slashed in her back and shot more times, ultimately resulting in her death.
However, if Saxon were to dodge, via jumping, then she would have enough time to counter the girl.
And so, Saxon came up with this conclusion in 0.517 seconds.
It was simple. She jumped, dodging the bullet. The girl shifted her body slightly–the bullet hit her shoulder. That was a miscalculation in Saxon's mental simulations but she thought that it worked the same either way. In fact, the result was better than her mental calculations. It was advantageous to her.
With an injured enemy, she decided to go for her kill target. Saxon's other opponent, the girl, would be out of the battle for a good thirty seconds, at least. The girl staggered, almost falling to the ground, and Saxon ran toward Eisan.
'Shit! You're fucking useless!'
He shouted while glaring at Saxon. Three more bullets were shot from his gun–they were tangled in a web of threads that Saxon put up. They bounced off. By the time Eisan's finger laid itself on the trigger, it was too late. Saxon dropped her threads and disarmed Eisan by hitting the pressure point in his wrist, taking him off his feet and slamming him into the ground.
'You bitch!'
Saxon quickly ripped the bottom of her maid uniform and grabbed a ruler-sized dagger from a holster on her leg. Without hesitation, she jammed it into the heart of her target. Within three seconds, his heart stopped. He was dead.
The maid stood up and turned to face the white-haired girl. She was ready to pounce but Saxon wasn't. In fact, she seemed like she was finished with fighting.
'Are you sure you want to continue fighting?'
Was what Saxon asked. The girl gave a quizzical look. What would she do?
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'Please sit down.'
The girl said. She sat down on the sofa opposite the ones she told the other two to sit down in. The others seemed slightly nervous. Risk and Xander sat down. They looked around the room–there seemed to be lots of riches even within Scarlet's chamber.
(She has a lot of treasures in this room, and I mean, a lot. Seriously, I know she's from a successful family, but still...)
Risk thought as she looked around the room before she sat down. Xander sat next to her. They both looked at the girl in front of them, whose smile was practically peerless. Risk's mind hit a wall. What were they to do now?
'So, I have only one thing to say.'
Avera said. Risk and Xander pretended to listen but were really thinking about how long it would take to kill the Scarlet girl and loot the entire mansion. Avera snapped her fingers and the two returned back to reality.
'Oi. Listen to me.'
Suddenly, her childish aura seemed to disappear. It was replaced by something else. An aura of death. She didn't seem like the person she was before. Risk and Xander broke into a cold sweat. Abruptly, that aura disappeared.
'Sorry for that! I didn't mean to be so rude!'
Avera said with an apologetic tone. Risk thought she must've imagined it. She turned to Xander. He was shaking and still sweating. Risk found it weird. Flabbergastered, she looked at Avera. The blonde-haired girl looked harmless.
(There's no way such bloodlust was being emitted from...)
'Tell me who sent you.'
The aura struck again, but bigger. The girl looked completely different to them. She wasn't an innocent beauty now, but a mysterious girl. One that could murder them within seconds. Within this aura, it was like the two couldn't breathe.
Avera's scarlet eyes as she ordered them again.
'I'll say this once more... Tell me who sent you.'
Xander reached out for his rear and threw a dagger at her. Avera didn't attempt to dodge–she caught it in between her fingers. Her expression showed boredom.
'I see. Then I guess I'll have to make an example out of one of you.'
She stood up, letting the dagger fall to the ground. With each step, fear within the two assassins grew. From there on, they couldn't move, breathe, and even smell. They could only observe the girl in front of them as she drew near.
Avera stopped in front of them. She inspected both, almost like she was deciding something. Her eyes then laid upon Xander. He cowered back in fear.
'Now, I'll have you–'
She grabbed his cloak and held him up in the air.
'–tell me who sent you. Last chance. Go on.'
All assassins had a code/unspoken rule. No matter what happened to them, their provider's identity shall never be disclosed. Even if the assassin's life is on the line. All were to follow the rule. If they didn't, things worse than death would happen to them.
'It's...'
Xander chose to...
'Fuck you.'
...uphold the rule.
Avera looked nonchalant. She couldn't care less what happened to him at this point. Her original plan was to torture him until he would spill his guts, however, she felt as though if he were kept alive any longer, she may decide to kill him painlessly.
She dropped him and turned around.
Xander's body suddenly felt cold. As if all of the fear in his body had disappeared. He spoke.
'A-are you going to let me go?!'
The girl turned around. Lifting her hand, she showed him. A beating muscle in her hand. The beat became slower over time. It eventually stopped; the bulky man fell over and became a corpse.
'Eh? I was expecting him to survive for another twenty seconds, but it seems like he died in ten. Pathetic.'
Squeezing the heart, it burst in Avera's hand.
'Now...'
She faced Risk, who was shaking continuously. Her eyes filled with tears when she saw Avera's mischievous look.
'I hope you'll tell me, Ms Assassin.'
Risk let out a nervous laugh.