Killing Is My Business
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Thread Topic: Killing Is My Business
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Constance felt tense, as she gazed down at her feet, fastening her pace. She felt the sense of danger, of someone close. Constance looked down at her leather bag, to check if everything was in order only to see the nothing. She calmed herself, believing it was all for nothing as she took a sharp turn. Constance stopped, just in front of the motel, as lanterns illuminated the night. She waited to see if anyone would come around the corner, only to confirm if someone was following her.
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Paz watched from afar, walking still, a the woman turned around a corner. He knew where it led to, and kept his pace up. Guessing she was headed within. He kept his stop EPA silent as possible and approached, turning around the corner. But came to a halt as he saw the woman standing there herself
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''So, you were the one following me? Why?'' Constance questioned, speaking rather bluntly. She leaned against the wall of the motel, placing her bag and book down onto the ground. ''I don't think you followed me for a small chat, so don't bother lying,'' She added, brows furrowed in annoyance.
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Paz stared at the woman, not expecting her to be there. He stared at her, not seeing any weapon in sight. If he wanted he figured he could easily take her. "Contract, one for your life. Payment is plenty more than usual." is all he said to her as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly unsheathed it. "Make this easy for me and come, I don't have time to waste." he said pointing the blade towards her.
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''Perhaps we can strike a deal? How much is this payment of yours? I'll pay twice as much for you to tell me who is paying you and perhaps to leave me be,'' Constance suggested, kneeling in front of her bag. She turned her back to him, hooking her hand underneath her dress and into her boot. Constance grabbed the dagger and opened her bag with the other. She pretended to search for money or any informational documents that'll cause the assassin to leave. The knife was in case to defend herself but, isn't comparable to a sword.
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Paz chuckled and shook his head as he stared at the woman. "You see, I am not one to not do my job. Especially for a payment like this. But the payment that I am getting for this? A better ship than the one I use, well needed. And five thousand I believe was the price." he replied to her. His grip on his sword firm, as he held it out still. He was staring at her to see what she would do, to see if she would say any more or not.
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Constance was no noble simply carrying five thousand or ten thousand dollars with her. She closed her bag, with one hand, a tight grasp on the night as she fidgeted with it. Constance stood her arms behind her back, a desperate look on features. ''I am afraid I cannot pay for the price that, is there anything else I can give you? Blackmail, documents about the neighboring kingdoms, whatever you'll like I can possibly provide it for you,'' Constance said, attempting to sway the man to let her live.
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Paz tilted his head a bit to the aide staring at the woman still as he had been, thinking about the offer. He let out a small chuckle before shaking his head a bit. "I know alot about the neighboring kingdoms, so I don't need that. And I have pretty much all thug I need, I shall say myself." he replied back, not changing his stance at all. "If that is all, do you have any last words perhaps?" he asked her with a smirk as he twisted the sword in his hand.
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Constance furrowed her brows as her deal was turned down, and held grip on knife. She wouldn't kill the man, she couldn't it'll only damage her reputation and may cause her to lose her head if her contractor play their cards right. Constance licked her lips in thought as she listened to the last of his words. ''My last words? Well, I don't think so because, I have every intent on living,'' Constance said, revealing the small dagger. ''It may be small but, it is indeed sharp and will hurt,'' Constance said, a sigh escaping her lips. She didn't want to deal with this, this is just a terrible situation as she lifted her eyes to the night sky, as it could be the last thing she sees. With that, her strong will to live, Constance lowered her eyes to her opponent.
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Paz put his eyes on the dagger the woman held, much smaller than the sword that he had. He could tell the woman had a strong will, and that that could do many things in situations like this. But he wouldn't back down, no. He trusted himself to do what he needed to. "You are making this much harder than it needs to be." he said to her, readying his sword.
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''Well, get ready for the most difficult challenge of your life,'' Constance said, a grin on her lips. ''Listen, I'm a political woman, you'll have to kill me after everyone, man or woman, black or white or any other type of race has received their human rights,'' Constance added, standing ready for attack. ''Maybe you should tell whoever hired you that,'' She hummed, determination to live filling her spirit.
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Paz tilted his head studying the woman before letting out a chuckle. "Let us see for ourselves if you are, woman." he said to her shaking his head. He pulled his sword back slowly keeping an eye on her, waiting for a time to strike before he swung away at a sideways angle to her.
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Surprised by the incoming sharp blade of the sword, Constance's reflexes or instinct kicked into action, drawing her away from the sword. She staggered back a bit, but regain her control when she saw the opportunity to at least cut the man's arm. She took a sharp swing for his arm.
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Paz grunted as he felt her dagger cut his arm, she was faster than he had thought she would be. Leaping backwards, he kept an eye on the woman, circling around her slowly as a bit of blood began to appear on his arm. "You. You are good." he said to her as he came to a stop. "But not good enough."
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Constance licked her lips, as she gazed at the seeping blood. Watching as one drip after another, her grip on the knife tightening. Constance was no murderer, she knew that and wasn't able to take his life. As she listened to his words, her body stiffened in fear, fear of death. ''Can't we stop this? Does one truly have to die?'' Constance questioned, wanting to reason with him.
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