Kiara slammed the Assassin onto the ground with brutal force, letting the young woman's face hit the stone floor with a sickening thud.
The impact echoed in the otherwise silent road. The Assassin let out a sharp gasp, her body rolling instinctively to absorb the shock, and after a moment, she sat up, her eyes wild with panic.
She didn't care how hopeless it was. She needed to move, needed to escape. The mild fear that surged through her only made her more desperate, more determined to flee and report.
But Kiara was not about to allow her such a luxury. In a single, fluid motion, she stomped her foot down on the Assassin's left ankle with all the weight of her foot.
A loud crunch followed, and the Assassin screamed, her voice raw with agony, but it was a scream that was quickly swallowed by the oppressive silence of the room.
The only sound now was the steady, controlled rhythm of Kiara's breathing.
