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In a flash, Fumino was jolted from the bed with the scream that pierced the air. It was an unholy wail that bespoke sudden horror mixed with excruciating pain. Dagger in hand, Fumino kicked the blankets away from herself and flew at the shadows that she could barely distinguish with her honed eyes in the inky dark.
Fumino thought with amusement for a split second that at least Michio had followed her request - he'd woken her all right. Fumino darted through the darkness, finding the a man with his limbs in tact. Venom welled up in Fumino's heart as she reflected on the presence of the intruders over her bed. The thought of their intentions made her absolutely livid. She could hardly contain herself from the decision to stab one repeatedly in the chest, but they might be useful later on since not just anyone would decide to aim for Michio after what had happened tonight.
Instead, Fumino disoriented her target in the darkness by knocking his feet from him. Their eyes were not so accustomed to the light and Fumino chose to use this to its fullest. With every wicked thought in her head, she plunged the tip of the knife into the eye of the man she had tripped, stopping short of penetrating the actual head and instead just rendering the eye bloody and useless. Another scream shot out as the soft jelly mixed with blood to ooze over his face. Fumino tied his hands behind his back with a bit of rope in her bag. She'd get it back from him - it was the last piece she had and one never knew when they would need rope on a job.
Hadn't there been a third man, she reflected, turning on her heel with her dagger raised. She could only assume that Michio was controlling the other one. The man whose hand had been sliced off began to sob softly in time with the man who had just lost an eye. If Michio had any intention of salvaging the one, they'd have to cauterize or tie off the wound, she thought, angry at having to consider the well-being of the one who'd been discovered over her bed.
In a flash, Fumino was jolted from the bed with the scream that pierced the air. It was an unholy wail that bespoke sudden horror mixed with excruciating pain. Dagger in hand, Fumino kicked the blankets away from herself and flew at the shadows that she could barely distinguish with her honed eyes in the inky dark.
Fumino thought with amusement for a split second that at least Michio had followed her request - he'd woken her all right. Fumino darted through the darkness, finding the a man with his limbs in tact. Venom welled up in Fumino's heart as she reflected on the presence of the intruders over her bed. The thought of their intentions made her absolutely livid. She could hardly contain herself from the decision to stab one repeatedly in the chest, but they might be useful later on since not just anyone would decide to aim for Michio after what had happened tonight.
Instead, Fumino disoriented her target in the darkness by knocking his feet from him. Their eyes were not so accustomed to the light and Fumino chose to use this to its fullest. With every wicked thought in her head, she plunged the tip of the knife into the eye of the man she had tripped, stopping short of penetrating the actual head and instead just rendering the eye bloody and useless. Another scream shot out as the soft jelly mixed with blood to ooze over his face. Fumino tied his hands behind his back with a bit of rope in her bag. She'd get it back from him - it was the last piece she had and one never knew when they would need rope on a job.
Hadn't there been a third man, she reflected, turning on her heel with her dagger raised. She could only assume that Michio was controlling the other one. The man whose hand had been sliced off began to sob softly in time with the man who had just lost an eye. If Michio had any intention of salvaging the one, they'd have to cauterize or tie off the wound, she thought, angry at having to consider the well-being of the one who'd been discovered over her bed.
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