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Father Gabriel of course saw the figure sitting next to his bed, wearing a death's head, a
scythe at one side and an hour glass at the other.
"How long?" The aging man asked.
"Heh..." Death laughed, "It is for no one to know the time or place of their judgement."
Father Gabriel could swear he saw the skull grin, "But for dedicating your finite existence to
the extermination of those who mock my authority and others, I shall bypass the rules and
tell you, when you go on your next mission, be sure to tell your daughter anything you
wish to tell her before you go, you will have a chance to see her when you return..."
"What are you saying?"
"What I've chosen to say."
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'I don't exist, yet I am still a dog for them to command.' And like any good and proper dog,
the human teenage girl Marie Cruz intended and was willing to protect her masters in a
heartbeat and to the bitter end.
Marie walked on the roof top surrounding the court yard were the Pope was giving an
outdoor mass. From what Marie had heard, holding a mass outside had caused some minor
disruption, and she could understand why.
However there were the fact their intelligence network had picked up news of an
assassination plot against the Pope. Of course, The Pope had chosen to outright defy this
danger rather than change his plans and location according to the will of heathens.
Then again, the assassin plot didn't technically exist, so it made sense they'd hand it to
one who didn't exist.
Marie saw the Pope was moving again which meant it was time for her to move too.
She walked to the Grotesques that were already in position on the next spot... that of
course was when she noticed the smoking holes coming from their backs, and smelled the
acid.
One moment, 'They're dead.'
A second moment, the chakram more silent than an owl gliding beheaded her.
Between those moments she ducked.
She turned and saw the lean and muscular man wrapped in a white hood, turban, and cloth
mask, looking almost like a ghost.
The assassin charged at her in a zigzag, side stepping which totally confused her good
eye.
In the next moment the dagger slipped between her ribs. Just before that moment she side
stepped the perfect fluid stab.
She drew her throwing knives from behind her and threw them at his nerve centers and
vital points, the man back flipped impossibly fast and landed as the knives were lost
behind him. Marie had more.
Another chakram, and another throwing knife, the two made contact in mid-air and fell to
the ground clattering.
The mass went on below without any noticing.
Drawing a short sword while he drew a portable scimitar Marie scooped up towards him,
but he of course blocked the strike. Then he wheel kicked intended to shatter her neck.
She avoided the lethal blow, and tossed the cloak she had been wearing in his face and
retreated a short distance, the scimitar stabbed where she would have been if she had
pressed her assault.
However, now the arab now got a good look at the obstacle blocking his objective.
"A WOMAN-?!" The mere -idea- of facing a -female- in combat rattled the assassin's brain
for all of two seconds before getting back to killing the infidel.
Another throwing knife flew in those two seconds, it landed straight in his throat. He
clawed at the weapon
'Dammit!' Marie cursed to herself, 'We needed him alive!'
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"She killed him-?!" Casandra asked shock. "But they were supposed to fall in love and fight
to a draw and be star crossed lovers and--"
Glass Marie sighed, "Even the fairy tales actually didn't really end that way all that often."