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The assassin stood over the mercenaries' broken body, taunting him with his laughter. "You amuse me." The assassin scoffed. "Truly I had expected more of a challenge, but if this is the best you can offer......"
Krogan gritted his teeth in anger. The vile poisons burned his blood, igniting fresh agonies with every labored breath. He had been defeated, hobbled, bested by a trickster, and now he was foced to endure the mockery of his words. He attempted to rise, to die fighting, but the pain was too great.
"If you intend to kill me then do so now." Krogan spoke with an intense hatred.
"Kill you, no. no. no, "The assassin mused." "I prefer to allow you to live with your shame." "Perhaps someday you will possess the skill to seek your revenge, though I doubt you will live long enough to make good your threats."
Krogan screamed in rage, "I will find you.......and I will kill you."
The assassin merely smiled. "I do hope so little warrior." "I shall be awaiting your attempt. "Try not to get youself killed in the process, I do so enjoy the Blackwood's games."
Shadows crept from the corners of the cave, enveloping the room in darkness. The assassin had slipped away with only laughter to proceed his passing.
Krogan, sometimes called "The Mad", limped out from the damp caves, a trail of blood left in his wake. A dark fury creased his brow. He would find this Kommodus and he would bury his sword deep within the assassins chest.
Krogan gritted his teeth in anger. The vile poisons burned his blood, igniting fresh agonies with every labored breath. He had been defeated, hobbled, bested by a trickster, and now he was foced to endure the mockery of his words. He attempted to rise, to die fighting, but the pain was too great.
"If you intend to kill me then do so now." Krogan spoke with an intense hatred.
"Kill you, no. no. no, "The assassin mused." "I prefer to allow you to live with your shame." "Perhaps someday you will possess the skill to seek your revenge, though I doubt you will live long enough to make good your threats."
Krogan screamed in rage, "I will find you.......and I will kill you."
The assassin merely smiled. "I do hope so little warrior." "I shall be awaiting your attempt. "Try not to get youself killed in the process, I do so enjoy the Blackwood's games."
Shadows crept from the corners of the cave, enveloping the room in darkness. The assassin had slipped away with only laughter to proceed his passing.
Krogan, sometimes called "The Mad", limped out from the damp caves, a trail of blood left in his wake. A dark fury creased his brow. He would find this Kommodus and he would bury his sword deep within the assassins chest.