In a flurry, the kelpie was gripping his curved blade in one hand, his other keeping the elf pressed beneath him. "Don't you dare touch her," he hissed evilly. The assassin laughed.
"Surely you aren't taking a knife to a gunfight. Well...sickle rather... Anyway," she said, shaking her head, as if trying to keep focus. "I really don't feel like fighting right now anyway, sooooo...consider this a warning. She twirled her teal hair as the kelpie's eyes flashed in recognition.
"You again!" he cried, annoyed at the presence of the woman again.
"Why yes it is, thank you for noticing," she said, bowing slightly. "Lune's my name, for your information. Expert assassin of the Black Coat Assassins. Just figured you might want to know the name of your immenent doom." She was still for a moment, listening to the rustling in the other room. She smiled, looking back at the two. "Well, I must be going soon. Don't want to create too much of a scene." She turned towards the door with one fluid motion before stopping, as if remembering something. "Oh by the way," she said, tossing the gun onto the cot in their laps, "your friend is an idiot." Lune cackled, waving lazily before bursting into soft orbs of light and zooming from the room.