Snippet #1647069

Sir Pent walked down the streets of Moscow in heavy furs… sniffling combined with the fact his running noise had frozen a line of escaped mucus along his face he seemed to hate his surroundings. He attempted to huddle his body as close to itself as he could while walking. Why did he have to take these stupid missions… a cold blooded reptile should never have to go someplace like Russia. It was cold… and covered in snow… but most importantly cold… he truly and absolutely hated the cold. It was his own personal Hell… and it didn’t help with his disposition towards mortals… and their god dam self regulating body temperatures. He grumbled a endless multitude of obscenities under his breath as he walked into the church spotted his targets… several DWMA agents disguised as tourists meeting up with their Intel agent who was guised as a priest… they were investigating a witch’s rather… important actions. He had been sent to kill them. Unfortunately for them they never saw it coming… they didn’t even have time to scream in terror or pain… a single ace was flicked outwards. The streak it left as it cut through their bodies a multitude of times before all of their corpses hit the floor in a rain of blood and gore. “How pathetic…” He turned and walked calmly down a hallway so he could get out of this forsaken frozen hell hole… there wasn’t any need to run… what the hell were police going to do to him… die until they had buried him under their corpses? Highly unlikely… but amusing concept none the less.