Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-25924729-20170201083150

Now that the battle-lust was wearing off and her head cleared, Tigris begin to see some things didn't add up. Human trafficking was a lucrative business in these times, but only on an international scale. You couldn't risk selling the "cargo" in the same Kingdom lest they be found by friends or relatives, but in a distant place where nobody would know them, you were safe. This meant the smugglers would have to transport their victims by air or boat, and those tiny rubber boats certainly weren't capable of that.

"This is just a pick-up point. They must have a larger ship nearby, their hideout..." she stated matter-of-factly to the two huntresses, only now considering the possibility.

Hearing familiar footsteps behind her, Tigris turned to see Zhu-li panting and with numerous small tears in her clothing, exhausted from a long fight, but otherwise fine. She gestured down the beach where she came from "I've restrained most of them and got the victims to safety... little thanks to you..." she muttered in an annoyed tone.

Tigris of course, replied with a completely oblivious "Good. Is Ixina among them?"

"Nope, i checked." the young girl grunted. Funny how she ended up doing most of the hard work while Tigris was chatting with Platinum and Automne, considering this was primarily her mission, not Zhu-li's.

''Oh well... more work. ''Tigris thought to herself. The assassin walked briskly to the nearest unconscious smuggler and slapped him until the man woke up with a groan. While he was still stunned, she flipped the man on his back and planted a sandaled foot between his shoulder blades.

"Where is your hideout? Where were you taking your victims?" she asked.

"I ain't telling you shit!" he snarled, squirming in the rough sand.

Tigris calmly dipped her spear, placing the tip just behind the man's knee, in the soft, fleshy crook underneath. Her voice was a ghostly whisper. "I do not like asking twice."

"Go to hell, you son of a b-... AAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he screamed and thrashed, but Tigris' foot did not budge.

The sniper's eyes were grim and cold as she slowly applied pressure, gently at first, but increased steadily until his skin was stretched to it's limit, then broke. Under her full body weight, 12 inches of cold steel pierced sensitive flesh, nerves and bone cleanly.

Tigris noted Zhu-li's horrified expression and said to the group "Turn away if you must." When he still refused to speak, Tigris began to twist the curved blade, sending a lance of white hot agony through her victim's leg, emphasized by a creaking sound as bone and flesh tore and twisted in the wound. His screams of pain and terror echoed down the dark, silent beach.