Sharpening her blade, the swordswoman looked around at the surrounding city whilst she waited for the rest of her comrades to come back.
She was on the duty of watching over the carriage as thieves were much more numerous than people said.
During their journey, after encountering the worm parasites, they had ran into a few more of those assassins working for Dea but none had been up the part and had only managed to dull her blade a little bit.
She stayed on guard but never would have expected to be attacked in such a way, as Ipiti decided to expulse waste on her shoulder, a treacherous action that left Molbas flabbergasted and utterly appalled.
"You fucking bird! Shoo, shoo!" she yelled as she waved the bashful animal away, earning a few concerned looks from passersby, as well as the attention of another stranger in this city.
That person stood a fair bit out but stayed a reasonable distance away from her target, she sported an unusual haircut which would be best described as looking similar to a slope.
Her blonde hair ended in a spiky manner, she leaned against a window as she prepared to launch her first attack, to do that, she had no need to move from her position, at least not her herself.
This particular city was the best possible place for her to attack, the streets were bordered by an many, nearly continuous windows, the windows clearly reflected anything that was before them, allowing her to fully use the full extension of her power.
Her reflection moved by itself, pushing itself off the window and moving ever so casually toward the swordswoman, it was a bounty to have one of them be by herself, she would be able to pick them all one by one with some luck.
'They won't even know what hit them' she thought, confident in her ability as her reflection jumped inside a random passerby's reflection, taking control of it.
The middle aged man felt a slight shiver but paid it no mind and went on his merry way without any reflection following his every movements.
His reflection moved the rest of the way toward Molbas, it approached her reflection on the nearby window as she was focused on maintaining her sword.
It grabbed a hold of the reflection of dagger from a passing adventurer, everything was perfect, her timing of optimal, the reflection raised the dagger, preparing to plunge it into Molbas's throat.
But she moved into the carriage, causing her reflection to disappear and leaving the dagger with no one to stab.
'She's going to come out, this changes nothing...' thought the slope haired assassin as she closed one eye in anticipation.
Slowly growing a slight bit stressed as the swordswoman didn't come out, making her imagination run wild.
'Did she notice the reflection approaching? How could she have understood it was an attack so quickly?' she gritted her teeth as she sent the reflection to scour the other side of the carriage to check if Molbas had not left through the other side or something but no sign of anything was present.
As the stolen reflection made its way back to the swordswoman original position, their eyes met as she casually came back out, imediately noticing the fact that the reflection she was staring at overlapped her own despite there being no one in front of her.
The assassin was taken by surprise and almost panicked but it wasn't like she had been discovered, it wasn't a reflection of her and she wouldn't be able to strike back.
Molbas slashed the place where the owner of the reflection would normally be to no avail for the owner wasn't anywhere near, the assassin quickly acted and the reflection turned around, moving up the the swordswoman reflection and slashing at her.
Molbas felt her skin open and blood pour out of her shoulder at the same time her reflection was attacked.
She tried to the reflection with her own reflection and it worked but the one getting slashed open wasn't the assassin but the true owner of the reflection she had possessed, her own reflection reappeared behind her as she sent to take control of another reflection as quickly as possible.
The stolen reflections of the man and dagger faded away slowly but being on her guard, Molas quickly noticed that another reflection was coming for her as a child's reflection suddenly moved away from its intended duty of repeating his actions and moved on its own.
She wasn't certain what was happening exactly but stabbing a kid wasn't on her list for today and she simple chose to shatter the nearby windows while swipping the floor with one of her feet, sending dust flying up and covering the shards that fell to the ground.
The people around once again looked at her but this time with some fear as they started walking faster to avoid the mad woman in the street.
A distance away, her group had been distracted by a man randomly starting to bleed as if he had been cut by an invisible blade.
And the assassin, whose ability could certainly be deadly if she didn't blow her cover was currently staring right at Molbas as she wondered whether or not she had noticed the fact that she had had no reflection for a few moments.
'I'll just... Walk away as if everything is normal... I am just... Like everyone else, I am not suspicious' she thought, as she stopped leaning on the wall and turned her back to the swordswoman and started walking away, as if, just like all the other passersby, she was getting away from the sword wielding window breaker.
"Where do you think you're going?" she heard coming from behind her, almost snapping her neck to look into the window next to her, seeing that Molbas was already at arms length.
'Fast!' she pointed out the obvious as she noticed that even without clear confirmation, Molbas was going to slash her anyways.
For how shaken she was at the moment, she was still an assassin with a fairly good track record, the blade went right through her as if she was air.
Her reflection in the glass moved indepedently and pulled out a knife, driving it through Molbas's guts.
The swordswoman clearly noticed that the sound that escaped from the assassin's lips as she stabbed her had come solely from the reflection.
She directed her sword toward the window and thrusted, the assassin paled for a second before the reflection disappeared and returned to its spot as the actual assassin started to move again.
Only to have her back slashed immediately, the attack at the window had been a complete feint.
The assassin stumble forward and fell the ground as the warm liquid covered her back and dripped to the ground.
"Fuck! That fucking hurts!" shouted the assassin, not used to resistance.
'How did she figure out I swapped with my reflection?!' she wondered, she had turned incorporeal at the initial attack because she had had the characteristics of her reflection in that instant and her reflection her own, meaning that shattering the window would had literally killed her.
She wasn't a fan of this way of attacking as people tended to quickly turn to attack the reflective surfaces once they knew what her powers where about, it was only useful to dodge and do a surprise attack, she much prefered only using the reflection as it was.
Molbas knelt down and pressed the stab wound in her stomach as the assassin managed to get up and run off, not even taking care of finishing her off as she had seen the others arriving.
She ran until she was nearly out of the city, stopping to catch her breath while resting against a watchtower.
'That was a close one, I can't show my face to Dea after that' she thought, she wasn't exactly devout to the vampire, she had only agreed to this because she didn't have much of a choice in the matter.
She raised her head and stared away, seeing the parrot the targets had with them for some reason, it was just standing on the ground, a few meters away from her.
It just looked at her with no expression since it was a parrot but she felt like something was off, the parrot just opened its beak and yelled nonsense at her.
"STrenth!" yelled Ipiti, mispronuncing the word as the sound of wound creaking was heard near the assassin.
She looked up at the tower she was resting upon and gave out a weak, incredulous grin as she saw it plummeting down on her.
"Is that a jo-" were her last words before taking the main role in a strange accident.
Ipiti promptly flew off after smiling as best as a parrot could.