As August navigated the streets, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
His instincts screamed at him and he paused, ducking into an alley. A faint glint of metal in the distance confirmed his suspicions.
A figure cloaked in black with their face hidden by a mask was stalking him.
"So, the Crimson Fang sent someone after me too," August muttered to himself with a smirk. "This just got interesting."
He activated Stealth, blending seamlessly into the shadows. The figure moved closer, their August circled around them, using the narrow alleys to his advantage. When he was directly behind the figure, he whispered, "You're not very good at this, are you?"
The rival assassin spun, drawing twin daggers in a blur of motion. August dodged the first strike and drew his own dagger before he parried the second. Their blades clashed sending sparks flying in the dimly lit surroundings.
