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Anira
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They silently stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Anira's heart began to pound loudly in her ears, heat staring to crawl up her neck to her cheeks. She knew what was about to happen and she wanted it to, yet her mind was telling her to stop it from happening. They had a job to do, there were to be no distractions. He father had taught her not to let her emotions get in the way of her mission. Sadly, she forced herself to tear her eyes away from him, casting them down to the ground she began to push herself away from him. Kresch wasn't going to her go so easily. He held her in place, he wasn't going to let this opportunity get away from him.
As though it knew it was interrupting, an arrow flew into the shack, barely missing Kresch's face by mere millimeters. They tore away from each other, Kresch changing into his true form as he followed Anira out of the shack. As soon as he was out of the door a giant net fell from above, causing him to fall to the ground trapped. Before Anira could turn around and help him, a large Imperial Assassin grabbed her and threw her to the ground, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, little Elf. The Queen requests your friends presence at the palace." The assassin said, obviously lying. He glanced over to Kresch who was surrounded by at least 20 guards now. The assassin's eyes snapped back to Anira and he gave her a toothy smile. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to take real good care of you myself." He said bending down from the waist to get a better look at her. Smirking, Anira looked up at the giant man towering over her.
"I hope you keep that promise." With that she grabbed her knife from it's sheath and stabbed it into the assassin's neck, jumping to her feet as his body collapsed before her. As a few guards came rushing at her, she quickly pulled out her sword from it's home. She ran at the closest assassin, stabbing him in the chest, then quickly turned and slit the second assassin's throat. She continued to slash at every assassin that came running at her until there were only three left. One assassin drew his bow, aimed directly at Anira's heart. She quickly rolled out of the way as the arrow was launched at her, barely grazing her cheek. Anira quickly recovered and threw her sword at the attacker, stabbing him in the neck and trapping him against a tree. She collected her knife from the first assassin's throat as the two remaining guards rushed her. She slit the back of both the assassin's knees causing them to collapse to the ground. Towering over them, Anira slammed her knife into the back of one assassin, then turned and snapped the other's neck.
While she was killing the last two assassin's, Kresch had grabbed a knife off of one of the dead bodies and freed himself from the net. As he stood, Anira looked over to him. They were on far opposite ends of the field, yet he could see she was covered in the dark crimson liquid he was accustomed to being covered in. As she watched him changed back into the form she knew, all of her pent up emotion suddenly over took her. She began running across the field, full force at Kresch. He looked up just as she jumped into his arms, pressing her lips tightly against his. She had been so afraid that he could have gotten hurt, that they might have killed him that she no longer cared if this wasn't the right time. After a few moments she realized what she was doing and released him, much to her disappointment, separating their lips from each other. She cast her eyes downward, embarrassed that she had let her foolish emotions take over. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."
As though it knew it was interrupting, an arrow flew into the shack, barely missing Kresch's face by mere millimeters. They tore away from each other, Kresch changing into his true form as he followed Anira out of the shack. As soon as he was out of the door a giant net fell from above, causing him to fall to the ground trapped. Before Anira could turn around and help him, a large Imperial Assassin grabbed her and threw her to the ground, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, little Elf. The Queen requests your friends presence at the palace." The assassin said, obviously lying. He glanced over to Kresch who was surrounded by at least 20 guards now. The assassin's eyes snapped back to Anira and he gave her a toothy smile. "But don't worry, I'll make sure to take real good care of you myself." He said bending down from the waist to get a better look at her. Smirking, Anira looked up at the giant man towering over her.
"I hope you keep that promise." With that she grabbed her knife from it's sheath and stabbed it into the assassin's neck, jumping to her feet as his body collapsed before her. As a few guards came rushing at her, she quickly pulled out her sword from it's home. She ran at the closest assassin, stabbing him in the chest, then quickly turned and slit the second assassin's throat. She continued to slash at every assassin that came running at her until there were only three left. One assassin drew his bow, aimed directly at Anira's heart. She quickly rolled out of the way as the arrow was launched at her, barely grazing her cheek. Anira quickly recovered and threw her sword at the attacker, stabbing him in the neck and trapping him against a tree. She collected her knife from the first assassin's throat as the two remaining guards rushed her. She slit the back of both the assassin's knees causing them to collapse to the ground. Towering over them, Anira slammed her knife into the back of one assassin, then turned and snapped the other's neck.
While she was killing the last two assassin's, Kresch had grabbed a knife off of one of the dead bodies and freed himself from the net. As he stood, Anira looked over to him. They were on far opposite ends of the field, yet he could see she was covered in the dark crimson liquid he was accustomed to being covered in. As she watched him changed back into the form she knew, all of her pent up emotion suddenly over took her. She began running across the field, full force at Kresch. He looked up just as she jumped into his arms, pressing her lips tightly against his. She had been so afraid that he could have gotten hurt, that they might have killed him that she no longer cared if this wasn't the right time. After a few moments she realized what she was doing and released him, much to her disappointment, separating their lips from each other. She cast her eyes downward, embarrassed that she had let her foolish emotions take over. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."