Liberation of Slaves // Private // Bravo

AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

Infiltration and Stealth. Oh, but Elizabeth exceeded in those. Whoever thought otherwise, should just try to find her among the shadows. She was like a chamaleon, blending with the shadows to perfection, to the point where every single part of her body could not be seen among the shadows. The technique she used? It was much more simple than changing the color of her entire body, and was related with who she was: the Master of Shadows. This title was not a pretty name for the crowd, that was to inflict fear or respect; no. It was a name that was used to express who she truly was, what she was. A Master of Shadows, the first one in many years. And possibly the last for a few centuries. Her absolute control over shadows allowed her to do rather curious moves, and even wrap herself in them in order to hide her location and move around the shadowy areas unnoticed. This is why, she exceeded in stealth and infiltration.

Hands crossed over her chest, the redhead followed Bravo as he proceeded to move over to a few buildings that would serve to hide them from sight before their attack begun. After all, they needed a small hideout to plan things, if there was still anything left to plan, before they could officially move on and simply attack already, infiltrate in the base, eliminate the guards, whatever it took. It was all the same, as long as they got to their main target; the slavers. Alright. So stealth, it is. I say we quickly discuss our strategy before going in; although we should not lose much time, as if the cargo ships with the slaves leave, we're done for sure, I bet you realise that. Elizabeth said, hands placed on the wall of the building as she peeked in order to make sure that there was nobody around the corner listening to their conversation. I could potentially get rid of the guards. I can move around the shadows freely, and the guards will never even notice me, due to the fact that my magic allows me to exceed in stealth. Elizabeth clarified, her voice not louder than a whisper, yet always perfectly audible for Bravo.

So, I thought that maybe I could go ahead and eliminate those pesky guards, and, when I'm done, I'll send you a signal by sending a shadow clone of myself to get you, here. And then, perhaps, I could throw my clone right inside the headquarters, and attack those bastards from the inside. Sounds good? Elizabeth only awaited approval from her companion, green light for her to blend in with the shadows and proceed to begin the massacre... It was not like she wouldn't do what she had on her mind anyways, for she didn't need anyone's approval to do what she had on her mind, but, well, she could not be on a team with someone and simply do what she wanted without at least saying it to her companion. It was stupid. If yes, we should act. And fast.

AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

Elizabeth was rather bothered by his remark on how she should be precise, and stealthy. For god's sake, she had just mentioned that she could blend in with the shadows, and thus could not be seen by the human eye, yet he still dared to remind her that she should be careful. Elizabeth did not receive the title of the Shadow Assassin for nothing. A grimace of irritation on her face behind the mask, Elizabeth was thankful that Bravo could not see her face at the moment, for if he did, he would have figured exactly how pissed he was. He could, though, see the flame in her electric blue eyes easily, though. Without saying a word, without making a sound, Elizabeth turned away from Bravo, waving both of her hands slightly near her body. Although it seemed like a senseless move, it was actualyl a very important one: for it summoned forth Illusion and Delusion, her beloved twin blades, which helped her in any situation, and were her essential instrument for dealing massive damage to her enemies. Without making a sound, Elizabeth stepped inside the shadows that surrounded the building, feeling as they quickly surrounded her body, hiding it from view. In the matter of no more than a second, Bravo could no longer see his partner, who proceeded to move towards her target swiftly, not making a single sound. Although she could not be seen; any sound she produced coult be heard.

Thankfully, her armor did not make any sound, nor did she when she walked. Through almost a year of training, Elizabeth had learned how to move without making a single sound. Except on heels; but thankfully she wasn't on heels at the moment. The two guards she was supposed to take down were located right before the entrance, where the slavers, and the slaves, were waiting for a ship to arrive so the slaves could be transported further away from Hargeon. Walking behind them, Elizabeth put her arms before her in a fighting position, a twisted smile drawing on her lips. You're mine now... She thought. Without hesitating, she gathered some of the shadows that surrounded her, not discovering herself even for a second, thus creating one of her famed shadow clones right behind the two guards. The duo of stupid meatheads didn't notice the sudden creation of a shadow doppleganger before them, and that was, without doubt, their fatal error. Concentrating, Elizabeth felt as the ground beneath her quickly dissapeared fro a second, before it reappeared, the two meatheads right in front of her yet, not noticing a thing.

Silently, yet gracefully, Elizabeth took her hands up, slitting the throat of one of the guards, and, well, literally cutting his head off, as he had a pair of blades just run through his neck, and separate the head that was attached to it. The other guard, startled by the sudden death of his companion, turned around only to face Death. With a swift movement, Elizabeth moved her hands, with the dual blades always attached to them, towards the second guard, decapitating him as well, before he could produce a sound. The slavers inside had not noticed a thing, nor had the others, quickly closing her eyes and concentrating, Elizabeth proceeded to switch places with her shadow doppleganger once more, blending with the shadow so she could no longer be seen. Without wasting time, she focused, making the shadow doppleganger run towards Bravo, and, with a nod of its head, to inform him that Elizabeth's part was done.

AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

The sound of battle. Elizabeth adored it, without doubt. It was the scenario she was used to, the situation she knew best, and was used to. Considering her previous occupation, one could easily deduce that Elizabeth had spent the major part of her life on the battlefield, her life constantly on the line, depending on the correct execution of the jobs everyone had to do on the battlefield. Contrary to what most thought, being a Knight did not mean simply to charge in battle and begin chopping heads off, no. Being a Knight was a job that required intelligent people that could execute their task correctly and follow the indications given to them without failing. Because in a war, not everyone had to chop the other's head off. In Pergrande, to the very least, everyone had a role in the Army. There were the attackers, people with insane skill, that could lead combat and chop heads off, and had incredible swordsman skills and strategic thinking. Then there were the defenders, who defended the attackers and everyone who dealt more damage ot the enemy, while simultaneousely attacking; the archers, who were in charge to assasinate from a distance, and so forth. Elizabeth, in particular, had been a part of the attackers, due to her swordsman skills, and was used to putting her life on the line. She even enjoyed the thrill of putting her life on the line.

The ruckus inside the port called her attention, causing her to snap out of her thoughts and look at the new battlefield, noticing as the war between Slavers and Bravo had begun. She should possibly go there and aid him; that's why she was in a team after all, correct? She was still pissed at him for doubting her, but she was supposed to help him. Considering how short on members the Rune Knights were, the loss of yet another Rune Knight was most certainly not a viable option. Noticing as the attention of the slavers was entirely on Bravo and nobody would notice her if she came out, Elizabeth quickly made her way out of the shadows,  heading towards a group of Slavers, that were threathening the slaves with death, because they suspected that some of the slavers had somehow contacted the Rune Knights and caused today's disaster. Heading towards the group, Elizabeth prepared to slay the slavers, a dark, eerie aura appearing around her, nobody seeing her face due to her armor. Although minutes ago, the sockets for her eyes in the helmet showed her normal, electric blue eyes, now her eyes had switched to scarlet red, no white seen in them, nothing, just plain red, glowing eyes occupying the craved sockets in the armor entirely. I am not letting you touch these Slaves, let's make that clear. Nor am I letting you escape with life.

AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

Four of the slavers instantly turned to look at Death incarnate, approaching them, two of them holding a pair of guns, one in each hand, and swords. All of them were tall, robust, muscular men, that looked nothing easy to defeat, and, if anyone was observing this battle from a distance would most likely bet on the Slavers, for Elizabeth, with her short, fragile build, with pretty much no visible muscle on it or sign of being strong, seemed like she'd be the losing sight in a battle, for nobody would chose an apparently fragile female, over four robust, strong men. What the audience tended to forget, and Elizabeth used in her advantage always, was the fact that everyone had an achilles heel, and not many stood up to their appearance; she herself was the living example of that; although appearing an ordinary, fragile aristocratic girl, which would break even if you hit her with a feather, Elizabeth could stand her own in battle, and tended to overcome most of her opponents, and beat them, in terms of strength and might. It was nice how people forgot about that; for the Shadow assasin liked seeing the faces of amazement and unbelief that the spectators had when the battle was over, and she was victorious.

Naturally, the two sword wielders charged at her with full force, so that they could attack her, try to stab her, break her precious armor and body with their swords, while the gunners remained to the distance, pointing at Elizabeth with their guns. She hoped that their aim was horrid, but it was very unlikely for her wish to come true... was it? She hoped so, because she wouldn't be capable to cope with the two swordsmen, and their gunners shooting in the distance... right?... Yes, she would manage. She just needed one ability to end them; and it was not even a offensive one. All she did need was, to trick with people's minds a bit, confuse them a little bit, to make her advantage in this fight even greater. Gathering the shadows from the environment around her, Elizabeth created a 10m diameter dome around her, and the swordsmen, who tried to stab her, but failed, for instantly after she created the dome she blended with the shadows, rolling away from them. Grinning, she crouched, putting her foot forth, staring at their confused eyes, and instantly swiped it in an arc, throwing down the enemies, still hidden in the shadows, away from their view. Without hesitation, her weapons out, Elizabeth drew an arc with both of her blades through the swordsmen's stomaches, blood covering their shirts, the two falling defeated, unable to fight further. The Shadow Assasin didn't know if they were dead; nor did she care. Without wasting time, she got out of the shadows, although it didn't matter if she did, or if she stayed, as she had been revealed anyways, for the first offensive move she did in the shadows revealed her, and she had done three. The bullets sounded in her ears, a few passing by her by milimeters, causing her to gulp slightly, thankful that the aim wasn't too good, and she was fast enough to dodge... some. One bullet, a really nasty one, hit her right in the stomach, although thanks to the armor, it did absolutely nothing to her, making her sigh in relief. Pissed, she jumped up, above the two gunners, and rose her hands with the blades attached to them, dunking the two enemies and slicing their faces in two as she fell back on the ground, causing them to fall on the ground, definetly dead.

Sighing in relief, she stared at the group of remaining slavers, noticing as a few slaves, probably directed by Bravo, ran right behind her, near the possible corpses of the two swordsmen she had defeated. Shaking her hands a bit, making her blades retreat to their socket, and come out, clean from the blood that was on them, Elizabeth smirked, crimson eyes focused on the remaining enemies. My ways may be cruel, wrong, even grotesque... But they are effective as hell.