*i see you, a small woman stumbling across the river, and it's only until our eyes meet that i realise who you are, i can sense the power within you, but it's flickering a smle twitches at my lips as i see you fall to your knees. So you're aslo not a myth...? i mutter as i cross the river, my feet meeting the stone on with you lay on. i kneel down and brush your hair from your face, my eyes gleaming with mischief as i smile It's strange to see such an assassin so weak... You need help?
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