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~Mysterious Female assassin
Her Lips parted in a small grin. She Stepped to the side, hopping off the boulder. "I Should ask the same of you." She rose her wrist In a claw-like position. Two white hot bolts of lightning shot from between her fingers. "Might this be what you're looking for....Logan?" She sneered his name.

~Mysterious Female Assassin
The Small Half smile stayed plastered on her face as her eye drifted from the Dark haired girl with sharp Elven Features to The Small girl and the large wolf. She played a spark between her fingers. "I Think.... You--" she glared at the wolf. "Should watch your words. the only thing better than a crispy dog is a burnt one." she whispered menacingly. "I'd like to strike a deal" She said briskly. "I Am a messenger." She grinned. "A messenger of many things....news....peace....Or a messenger of death" She whispered. "It's your choice... choose to heed the Dark empress' orders, or die... She does so have a temper" She threatened.

~Amaia
Amaia's temper flared for a second. She stepped forward, Her face tightening. "You Act like you don't hear a word we're saying" She Grounded her teeth. She swished her wrist out in the air in front of her, her sleeve loosening from her wrist. The gauntlet's silver shone in the light. "I Will not converse with a monster like you. Stop beating around the bush and tell us what the hell you're still rambling on here for??!" she shouted across the grass.

~Amaia
Amaia looked At Logan, Then back at her. "Don't listen to her, Logan!" She said quickly. "She speaks of Empress Severia, the Dark Queen" Amaia explained. "I heard the term back in the village" she warned. she pulled yamato from her side and Sniffed. She Looked up at the sky. Clouds were gathering...
And their undersides were dark.

~Amaia
Amaia Glanced down from the sky at his face. "Yes, Emperor Zerkoro. She always been a tyrant Ruler, but they say she's turned into something....more" she lowered her voice. She Looked at the Assassin. "Let's get this done quickly. We should tear her arms off first." She pointed the tip of her blade towards the girl. "Tell me what to call you so I Know whose name to mark on the mental grave."

~Amaia
Amaia's Sharp Features tightened, her eye tattoos seemingly swirling, and looking all the more menacing. She Snarled a curse word, then ran headfirst into the battle. The rain began to soak her long hair, dripping down her eyelashes and blinding her for moments at a time. The small girl's blade clashed against yamato. Sparks flew and were quickly exhausted by the falling water. She turned, yamato in hand, their blades hitting once more. Something ran up her arm. A volt. Amaia gasped and jumped back, using her wings as propellers. Her lips turned up over her teeth. She momentarily stared at the Smug Assassin, then she ran back into the clash.