Myra moved from the house into the ally way, meeting Alec. She smiled at him, it had been an easy enough job, Myra went for the Lord, and Alec went for his wife, she didn't know why they needed to be assassinated and didn't usually ask questions that posed problems for everyone.
"That was easy enough Mer, not even a challenge." Myra smiled kissing his cheek when he slung his arm over her shoulders, they moved like ghosts through the shadows with a predator like silence, no one would notice them, or at least they shouldn't have. It seemed to happen so quickly, an ambush by the Kings men. Myra and Alec had managed to kill most of the men in a matter of a few minutes, Myra was the best Assassin in the realm, and Alec was right up there with her.
She fought when two men managed to disarm her and eliminate her as a threat, they had her immobilized. They knew how she worked, how she fought, her weak points, they couldn't have possibly known any of that without help. The sound of Alec yelling brought her attention to where he was also being held, a man maybe five years her elder put a sword in his stomach. "No!" Myra struggled in the grasp of the two men holding her, she managed to elbow one hard enough that he let her go giving her enough time to get away from the other one, but they managed to catch her again, and by that time Alec had gone limp.
She almost growled when they man who stabbed Alec came over to her. "I will get you." She snarled, her face was cold, hard, unreadable, Myra had known pain and suffering her whole life, but this was a new kind of loss.
In the year Myra had been in the slave encampment, which they sent her to as her Prison, she had managed to kill twenty of the guards, but still hadn't managed to escape the wretched place, she had helped others escape, some children, and a few people her own age, but she never had. She was angered by the fact the King had children working in mines, and the fact he didn't really seem to care.
"Get her, and Bring her out." A Guard snapped at the other who walked over to Myra roughly pushing her forward, they brought her outside the walls to where a familiar face stood. She gave him a rather wicked smile. "Well, well. If it isn't the Captain of the Kings Guard." She crossed her arms leaning her weight on one leg. She found this all rather amusing, the fact the man who had raised her into what she was had betrayed her, the fact the Captain had killed her dearest friend and now dared to stand before her. "What do I owe the pleasure to seeing you again?"
"That was easy enough Mer, not even a challenge." Myra smiled kissing his cheek when he slung his arm over her shoulders, they moved like ghosts through the shadows with a predator like silence, no one would notice them, or at least they shouldn't have. It seemed to happen so quickly, an ambush by the Kings men. Myra and Alec had managed to kill most of the men in a matter of a few minutes, Myra was the best Assassin in the realm, and Alec was right up there with her.
She fought when two men managed to disarm her and eliminate her as a threat, they had her immobilized. They knew how she worked, how she fought, her weak points, they couldn't have possibly known any of that without help. The sound of Alec yelling brought her attention to where he was also being held, a man maybe five years her elder put a sword in his stomach. "No!" Myra struggled in the grasp of the two men holding her, she managed to elbow one hard enough that he let her go giving her enough time to get away from the other one, but they managed to catch her again, and by that time Alec had gone limp.
She almost growled when they man who stabbed Alec came over to her. "I will get you." She snarled, her face was cold, hard, unreadable, Myra had known pain and suffering her whole life, but this was a new kind of loss.
In the year Myra had been in the slave encampment, which they sent her to as her Prison, she had managed to kill twenty of the guards, but still hadn't managed to escape the wretched place, she had helped others escape, some children, and a few people her own age, but she never had. She was angered by the fact the King had children working in mines, and the fact he didn't really seem to care.
"Get her, and Bring her out." A Guard snapped at the other who walked over to Myra roughly pushing her forward, they brought her outside the walls to where a familiar face stood. She gave him a rather wicked smile. "Well, well. If it isn't the Captain of the Kings Guard." She crossed her arms leaning her weight on one leg. She found this all rather amusing, the fact the man who had raised her into what she was had betrayed her, the fact the Captain had killed her dearest friend and now dared to stand before her. "What do I owe the pleasure to seeing you again?"