On the Lamb Part 2: Electric Lamb

[Dawnika Snow]

The assassin watched as the shapeshifter twirled the curved claw of a blade over his hand with grace that even she could not match. It was easy to tell he had seen many fights with such weapon. Her grip on her sword tightened as he rose to his feet in full stance and took a hostile pose. Dawn sneered at his confidence: She already knew how this was going to end.

“Your choice!” She said charging in at him with tenacity in her eyes and murderous intent in her heart. Her blade whirred through the air screaming the sound of death, it’s song of blood. Rogue easily ducked under the initial assault of the three foot long blade, needing to rely on his perk of agility. Unfortunately, Dawn was just as fast as he was, zipping back around with an overhead swing. Her movements were fluid, but so were those of the dexterous shapeshifter. His speed at least matched hers, giving him the reaction speed to dodge the medium of her bloodlust.

He jumped back at the blade, dodging the next attack as he was just about to reach in for a swipe. The Rogue was at a severe range disadvantage but that wasn’t going to stop him from taking down his enemy. She struck with an upward slash followed by a horizontal cut to her left. He jumped on her, reaching to grab her right forearm and spinning the assassin to his front side. Her sword went flying as her arm was bent backwards. She groaned as a bone popped in her shoulder from the strain.

“What a careless assassin, being disarmed so easily.” He says under his mask, the fang-bladed karambit placed near Dawn’s throat. “Disgraceful to the name of murders.”

“Tch,” the raven-haired assassin scoffed. “Such an idiotic coward, thinking that his enemy can be so easily defeated.” She grabs his wrist and headbutts him - hurting herself more than anything - allowing her to slip free of a swift death. She reaches for the blade strapped to her leather boot and drives it into his arm, but much to her avail, he does not drop his weapon. Blood seeps from his wound and spreads against the sand of the beach.

The two separate, or more accurately, Rogue retreats. Dawn on the other hand retrieves her katana from its place in the sand, dusting it off quickly before placing it in her dominant hand and her knife in her off-hand. She grins at him, teeth white as the full moon, eyes as blue as the ocean water to their sides.

“You’re gonna need more than a butter knife to kill me.” She says making her charge again. Slashing like a whirlwind of steel, the assassin’s blades slice the musky wind of the beach. Rogue finds it even tougher to get a gain on her. If there’s one thing she’s good at, it’s leaving no room mistakes. Her blades are impossible to get around. Slowly, cuts begin to form around Rogue’s body. The lacerations hurt his pride more than anything. After realizing his body would soon become a gallery of Dawn’s craft, Rogue quickly realized this fight was a losing battle. He had no way to combat this primes ability and arsenal, or even outlast it at this point. His only hope was to take this battle to the stealthy side.

The first breath he gets, he dives into the crowd, which sends most of the observants into a flying panic. Everyone scatters, scared of Dawn’s careless rage and disregard for the anyone’s life beyond her own. Her face turns to a scowl as her opponent scours for a safe-haven. His ability to elude the assassin was successful, nevertheless. He navigates the crazed crowd, targeting the assassin alone, who was clueless to his sly approach. His karambit finds her guts, via her back reaching deep into her body twice before she’s able to get him off her. Curse words pushed against clenched bone.

“God...Dammit!” She coughs up, blood seeping between her lips. “That’s it! I’m done with you!” Her wrists get tense and her sword spins around nearly decapitating Rogue completely. He was just swift enough to fall back on his back to avoid it. This, however, did not stop the assassin from impaling her blade through his stomach. The real victory was yet to come, though. It came when her combat knife found its way into her opponent’s stomach several times, before being kicked off him. The crowd of people took several leagues back now, knowing this battle was easily a free for all, and neither of the combatants had any intent to spare innocent life to expand theirs. (Despite the both of them being immortal.)

The rogue pulled the sword from his stomach and slowly pulled himself up from the sand. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the immense power in front of him, nearly bringing him back to his knees. He watched as the assassin’s body enveloped in black flames, conjured by magics unknown to him. Her white mane was his first exposure to the demon he now faced, the red eyes of murder pierced the blackness that hid her face.

“Know the cold of death’s touch.” She could feel the tear oozing from his body, even through his mask he could not hide the fear he had of his opponent in this form. She slowly approached him, seeing as he had no longer the will to fight on. She grabbed her sword from the sand again and sheathed it on her back. “This fight is over.”

The ice cold assassin stopped in front her mark and offered a scowl as he looked up at the demon. Her fist drove back, and then forward, bludgeoning the poor receiving party’s skull. Her hand broke through the helmet he wore and into his skull, making it bowl of brains and blood. The crowd around them dispersed quickly, imagining the horrors the demon in front of them could inflict upon them if she wished. The Rogue fell to the ground, lifeless as the demoness removed her hand from his hollow head. She had only now noticed that she was bathed in his blood - good.