The priestess watches her through slitted eyes, and then nods to the warrior behind her, all of whom have turned visible now, who grabs her head and yanks it up roughly, exposing her throat. She drags the dagger down from her cheek to her jaw to the skin of her neck, leaning forward, taking her time. ]
I changed my mind. I think I'd rather kill you first. [She cants her head slightly towards the man] He can watch. And know what fates awaits him, and every other filthy human of this city.
[ A wicked smile cuts back up her cheek. ] We will leave nothing standing.
Like you, they will end on their knees.
[ On the word, she viciously cuts through the Knight's throat, as the hands holding her head snap it to the side. At the exact same moment that the doors on the far side of the room slam open, a figure in a dark cloak moving into the room, blades in hand, with another shape behind him.
The sight skids him to a complete and total halt, however. Despite his dark skin, it's clear that the blood is draining out of his face completely, as he watches the body slump to the floor. His entire body goes rigid, fingers clenching around the daggers in his hands as if he would break them.
The priestess turns her head, obviously off put by the secondary interruption. She says offhandedly: ]
no subject
[ That's what she thinks, at least.
The priestess watches her through slitted eyes, and then nods to the warrior behind her, all of whom have turned visible now, who grabs her head and yanks it up roughly, exposing her throat. She drags the dagger down from her cheek to her jaw to the skin of her neck, leaning forward, taking her time. ]
I changed my mind. I think I'd rather kill you first. [She cants her head slightly towards the man] He can watch. And know what fates awaits him, and every other filthy human of this city.
[ A wicked smile cuts back up her cheek. ] We will leave nothing standing.
Like you, they will end on their knees.
[ On the word, she viciously cuts through the Knight's throat, as the hands holding her head snap it to the side. At the exact same moment that the doors on the far side of the room slam open, a figure in a dark cloak moving into the room, blades in hand, with another shape behind him.
The sight skids him to a complete and total halt, however. Despite his dark skin, it's clear that the blood is draining out of his face completely, as he watches the body slump to the floor. His entire body goes rigid, fingers clenching around the daggers in his hands as if he would break them.
The priestess turns her head, obviously off put by the secondary interruption. She says offhandedly: ]
Leave none alive.