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One cut. One life. The magic shadow ripped through bone and flesh with practiced ease. The umbral blade flickered and snapped, as if a thing made of abyssal flame. The two parts of the man that had stood before him, fell away. torso smacked to the ground, clumsy, legs fell forward. Both halves...

Imbued with its own well of darkness, Diaz' blade was almost a familiar in its own right. An object borne with the Mother's gift, made so with the blood of all it felled, and all the shadow it was asked to drink. Still, it could but hold against the pointed legs of Rincon's assault. One...

A click of teeth. A snarl. A huff and Diaz left the chapel before the procession started to pour out of the service. Face set into his perpetual scowl as he walked. He wished someone would ask him where he was going. If only to let the anger out. Fuck it. What did it matter. They would give...

Get up. A growl, a twist of hips and kick of both legs, Diaz was up, his sword still in hand as he stood at Sol's back. "His shadow," he said, eyes instinctively darting as his sword came up. Something spat from the domed walls. Above them. Behind them. In front of them. Silken spears of...

Down came the black marble hand of the daughter. Down went the necklace, sent to skate toward the dead and twisted lamb. Two headed beast lay lifeless as the marble arm crashed and the assassin blessed by Fox's Luck followed after. Rincon but watched, eyes wide and attentive. Diaz growled...

Diaz cast his eyes about, as they stood before the shadowed altar. His hand twitched to the sword at his hip as a chill ran up his spine. He did not hear Solitude's question. Did not see the moonbeam necklace. Only felt the darkness swirl about him. Felt the pull of strings against his skin...

Out came his shadow. His twin. Two swords in hand. With quick cuts, the magicked blades sliced through the old iron chains. Diego fell to the cold stone, and looked wearily to the other assassin before him. Rubbed the hurt out of his wrists, where blood turned to dark sticky scab, and he drew...

Let's stay together. Diaz snarled. A rumble shook the chords of his throat. Why would he stay with her? If she was scared. If she was weak- A pang from his shadowkin. A weight that held him back. Urged him closer to her. He growled. "Sure," he agreed. Still, they walked through the...

Heel fall, after heel fall. Father Lament's march went on. The clip, clip, clip of each stride sure as the last. His eyes never looked to the young assassins under his purvey. "We are but blades, come to sheer the wool," his long teeth gleamed. Pointed and hungry. "Let the blind see, Rincon...

Free City of Harkoth, South Western tip of Sheketh, at the mouth of the Ixchel Strait Tall were the pillars that stood about them. The arches spread wide and sturdy across a span of ground that they had been told was consecrated. Protected by the Mother. Protected by the shadows of her...

A laugh, bitter and sharp. "Is that where we were?" he said, the cold turned his voice hoarse. "Inside your fucked up head?" His teeth showed sharp, as wisps of breath curled about his mouth. Why had he seen his brother then? A howl of the wind pulled him out of his head. He flexed his...

Thick lashes fluttered to waking. The mismatched eyes behind the lids adjusted to the low light of the cell. The harsh gold and red of fire flickered and danced as his pupils adjusted to the new setting. The new light. A voice. One he had not heard. His head lulled, his arms pulled up high and...

Blind and deaf, save for the sight of his own rage, searing white in his eye. Save for the roar of his own futility. Like so much glass crushed to dust under boot. Ineptitude. Failure. The blade came stiff in his hands. The muscles of his arm flexed. Held true the cut. Kept the edge aligned...

Tables flipped over, shadows grew darker, light blazed bright across the room and each beam of holy light seemed to impale shadowkin and assassin alike. Diaz, pressed into cover, sword drawn, breath heavy, felt his heart quicken. His lips parted into a wicked smile as the darkness of shadows...

It was a sound that seared down to the very axons. His mind ablaze with the white crunch and crackle. Like so many bones cracked and fragmented. Turned to shards. Turned to splinters. Turned to dust. Diaz could hardly feel the strength in his limbs. Nor the iron of his weapon. His feet, hardly...