The assassin, dressed in dark, unremarkable clothing, moved forward with a fluidity that suggested both training and desperation. The assassin's face was covered by a half mask, their red eyes spinning slowly. They reached out and their knife appeared in their hand.
"You're a bold one." Ezra hissed, his own eyes shedding their blues and flashing red as he summoned his vitality. Wind blew into the office from the missing window, scattering the documents on his table.
Ezra could hear the smirk in the vampire's voice. "You're worth the risk, Matten." Her voice was feminine, indicating that the attacker was a woman.
The office door burst open, and Ezra's human guards rushed in, weapons drawn. The lady turned with a snarl, her speed and power overwhelming the guards. In mere seconds, the intruder had dispatched them with ruthless efficiency, leaving a trail of broken bodies and spilled blood.
