Yokohama was quite a nice port town and if it wasn’t for the fact that her job was to wreck the place then Cierra might have spent some time exploring it. She’d received a job offer from a group of clans to remove one of their trading rivals and although the pink haired slayer cared little for the cause or for how trading worked, the offer to travel to another country for free and have a little fun was more than enough to convince her. It was supposed to be about infiltration and subtlety but that didn’t matter much to her. She’d be successful, in her own brutal way.
Arriving at the port in the late evening.Cierra didn’t waste a moment and instantly began to make her way towards the large looming castle, having been told that was where her victims would be. She didn’t have a particular plan for getting in and decided that simply flying up and finding a weak spot in its defences would do the trick. The place was so large that she doubted there would be guards posted around the entire area and she was small enough to evade detection, even if she wasn’t keen on that kind of game.
The roads were fairly bare as she travelled, with no one even giving her a glance as she walked. Oh, how they would come to regret that decision later. She was becoming more excited by the moment at the thought of what was going to come and couldn’t help but skip a few steps as she walked and a giggle escaped her lips. Her employer had been pretty detailed about the layout of the castle and Cierra had a pretty good idea about the numbers that would be awaiting her. The leader was apparently a woman of considerable magical strength and the girl was looking forward to getting up close and personal with her. Oh, she would have to be killed, of course but that didn’t mean that Cierra couldn’t have a bit of fun with her first. Perhaps she would leave her body strung up on the middle of the city square or something.
Her cheerful thoughts were suddenly cut off as a large hand suddenly clamped over her mouth and dragged her backwards into an alleyway. With a flash of her pink eyes, she would powerfully slam her elbow into the figures abdomen, forcing them to break their grip, before spinning around and smashing them in the ribs with her knee and following up with a mighty punch to the face, causing blood to shoot from the figures nose and mouth. Screaming, the figure, who was hooded, would try to run but Cierra would simply laugh and release her blood claws, unleashing a furious flurry on them to stop them from escaping, causing them to collapse to the floor in pain.
“That wasn’t very smart, was it?” she cackled, turning her attack onto their back and pulling the hood from their head. They were a young, brown haired male, who looked completely bewildered by her surprising strength. “I’m gonna assume that you’re part of the clan and as such, I ain’t gonna let you live to tell your buddies, scum. Stay still now.” With a giggle, she would leap back on top of him and unleash a barrage of clawed strikes, before finishing him off with a cut across the throat, ending his life with a sickening gurgle.
Her pupils dilating because of the outpouring of blood, the dual slayer would laugh to herself, before summoning her wings and taking off, heading for the castle. That little bit of fun had been all she’d needed for her to become filled with blood lust and as she felt its effects start to roar through her veins, the teenager would simply grin. Those who were unlucky enough to see her as she flew above them were thankfully either too drunk or simply passed her off as a shadow, paying her little heed. They truly were blind fools and couldn’t help but wonder about just how long it would be before they would find that out for themselves. Her little mission would be the start but would it be enough for them to realise just how weak they truly were? Perhaps humans were morons after all, with ego’s the size of skyscrapers and would simply ignore her message. Either way, it would be fun little exercise for her and a night of misery for those who'd oppose her.
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Arriving at the port in the late evening.Cierra didn’t waste a moment and instantly began to make her way towards the large looming castle, having been told that was where her victims would be. She didn’t have a particular plan for getting in and decided that simply flying up and finding a weak spot in its defences would do the trick. The place was so large that she doubted there would be guards posted around the entire area and she was small enough to evade detection, even if she wasn’t keen on that kind of game.
The roads were fairly bare as she travelled, with no one even giving her a glance as she walked. Oh, how they would come to regret that decision later. She was becoming more excited by the moment at the thought of what was going to come and couldn’t help but skip a few steps as she walked and a giggle escaped her lips. Her employer had been pretty detailed about the layout of the castle and Cierra had a pretty good idea about the numbers that would be awaiting her. The leader was apparently a woman of considerable magical strength and the girl was looking forward to getting up close and personal with her. Oh, she would have to be killed, of course but that didn’t mean that Cierra couldn’t have a bit of fun with her first. Perhaps she would leave her body strung up on the middle of the city square or something.
Her cheerful thoughts were suddenly cut off as a large hand suddenly clamped over her mouth and dragged her backwards into an alleyway. With a flash of her pink eyes, she would powerfully slam her elbow into the figures abdomen, forcing them to break their grip, before spinning around and smashing them in the ribs with her knee and following up with a mighty punch to the face, causing blood to shoot from the figures nose and mouth. Screaming, the figure, who was hooded, would try to run but Cierra would simply laugh and release her blood claws, unleashing a furious flurry on them to stop them from escaping, causing them to collapse to the floor in pain.
“That wasn’t very smart, was it?” she cackled, turning her attack onto their back and pulling the hood from their head. They were a young, brown haired male, who looked completely bewildered by her surprising strength. “I’m gonna assume that you’re part of the clan and as such, I ain’t gonna let you live to tell your buddies, scum. Stay still now.” With a giggle, she would leap back on top of him and unleash a barrage of clawed strikes, before finishing him off with a cut across the throat, ending his life with a sickening gurgle.
Her pupils dilating because of the outpouring of blood, the dual slayer would laugh to herself, before summoning her wings and taking off, heading for the castle. That little bit of fun had been all she’d needed for her to become filled with blood lust and as she felt its effects start to roar through her veins, the teenager would simply grin. Those who were unlucky enough to see her as she flew above them were thankfully either too drunk or simply passed her off as a shadow, paying her little heed. They truly were blind fools and couldn’t help but wonder about just how long it would be before they would find that out for themselves. Her little mission would be the start but would it be enough for them to realise just how weak they truly were? Perhaps humans were morons after all, with ego’s the size of skyscrapers and would simply ignore her message. Either way, it would be fun little exercise for her and a night of misery for those who'd oppose her.
(753/3500 Words)