"As an assassin, you are not thinking properly," Lyerin said, with a calm and almost mocking tone in his voice. He grinned a little at the shadowy figure lurking in the darkened corner, with only a little hint of emotion on his otherwise impassive face.
The intruder tensed, then with a swift motion, hurled a shuriken straight at Lyerin. The metal star whizzed through the air with a sharp whoosh, but before it could find its mark, Lyerin's form began to blur, his entire body dissipating like a wisp of smoke.
The intruder's eyes widened in surprise, a rare slip of emotion for a trained killer. His target had vanished into thin air. He frantically scanned the room, his breathing ragged, his senses on high alert.
