Black Morass Ill Show You A Warrior

The girl was quick to anger, something that did not bother the assassin. Her own expression hardened, she met the girl's gaze without flinching. Her words brought humour to the wraith, though she did not show it, no expression visible in her icy gaze. Her own stance remained irritatingly calm, collected, though not un-alert. She spoke, smoothly; "Choose a goal you can accomplish, woman. You wouldn't want to get killed, would you now?"