All is fair in love and war
bloodshed in velvet shades
as battles burn, but one remains
they call her Queen of Blades
Sam was not quite so alone in his bookstore as he thought. He'd been target specifically, word of his calm and quiet demeanor making him the perfect person to act upon. But Roana did not enter loud and brash. No. Death was rarely so bumbling. It was silent. Tricky. Graceful. It needn't be loud and brash and put on a face to be feared. The former captain forwent her usual garb, even her blade Krosis replaced with a scythe strapped to her back, its handle carefully reinforced in case a fight did break out. Her garb was all black, matching leather armor protecting her from the cold as well as obscuring the most obvious giveaways of her female frame. A hood draped around her face, pinned in place underneath, and a full white mask disguised her face - what skin that was visible beneath was blackened as well.
She did this not for herself - but for her children.
The captain had carefully followed Samuel back to his shop. She waited patiently, watching through a window as he moved about and headed to the back. That was when she entered, silent, slipping in so as not to sound a bell. Her eyes found a small back of assorted items. Quickly she looked through for any weapons - not wishing to chance that this bookmaker could fight - and snatched up three daggers, depositing them onto a pouch on her hip.
Then she ducked back into the shadows, waiting for him to walk back into the front so she could corner him, ring at the ready to slow his movements to a pace she could match if needed. He returned, pottering about before dusting some cobwebs - and then she made her move. Using the length of the scythe to her advantage, she stepped forward, thrusting the blade end forward over Sam's shoulder, twisting it and pulling back so the blade rested against his collarbone if he did not reach quickly enough.
"Samuel." she said, deepening the sound of her voice, muddling her accent even to sound as different from herself as possible. "Don't move. I come with a warning."
She did this not for herself - but for her children.
The captain had carefully followed Samuel back to his shop. She waited patiently, watching through a window as he moved about and headed to the back. That was when she entered, silent, slipping in so as not to sound a bell. Her eyes found a small back of assorted items. Quickly she looked through for any weapons - not wishing to chance that this bookmaker could fight - and snatched up three daggers, depositing them onto a pouch on her hip.
Then she ducked back into the shadows, waiting for him to walk back into the front so she could corner him, ring at the ready to slow his movements to a pace she could match if needed. He returned, pottering about before dusting some cobwebs - and then she made her move. Using the length of the scythe to her advantage, she stepped forward, thrusting the blade end forward over Sam's shoulder, twisting it and pulling back so the blade rested against his collarbone if he did not reach quickly enough.
"Samuel." she said, deepening the sound of her voice, muddling her accent even to sound as different from herself as possible. "Don't move. I come with a warning."
ROANA
