The market

[Maero]

The assassins lacked no skills or strategy, but they lacked magic, and soon the one near Alex and near Sarah were slaughtered. Even as they died they fought, there was something tragically graceful about them as they died, Alex may have even found some shame in such fine warriors dying so effortlessly, if not for Neko that is. Neko herself was out cold, and her head had a large bruise and lump on it. The full extent of the damage would be discovered later. Even though it didnt look like much now, Neko was young, and she was a muse.

The last assassin took a different tactic then his two comrades had and grabbed hold of Lillia, spun her around to face the approaching ice warriors and held a dagger to her neck. Lillia tried to use her previous skill to work her way out of her position, but what she had learned and all the skill she had was a product of her heritage and sex slave training that made her intimate with how a body worked. Whatever she knew, this man knew five times more, she was helpless in his arms. "Another step and cut her voice box." He said coldly with an emotionless tone.

The ice warriors probably did not heed him, and he sliced Lillia's neck, not deep enough to kill, but her voice box had been cut open. She gasped and tried to cover the wound with her hands but he held her still and put the blade back, actually holding it painfully within the wound. "The next slice ends her life." He warned. Poor Lillia's mind was abuzz with mortal fear and sadness. She was going to die, and her master would grieve for her, she knew he would. She suddenly wished he was more like Arkurus, then she could die knowing he wouldnt feel anything over her death at all. If the Ice warriors took another step, he would kill her.