Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20160513001657/@comment-26571677-20160513031912

She walked briskly with the maid, who still looked scared out of her mind to the study, upon which the girl opened her mouth, and sealed her fate, uttering the very obvious fact that Valka was a hitman, or, hitwoman, in this case.

Valka grabbed the girl around the neck, and started to strangle her, watching the girl slowly stop thrashing, before letting go, checking that she was still breathing, and stuffing her inside a large wardrobe.

Then, she started to run, her heels clacking on the marble floor noisily, not that she cared. Her target wouldn't have time to run, not from her, not from his Icy Funeral.

And then she stopped, pulling out Damascus, and staring towards an empty section of the room, clouded in shadow. She'd seen someone move, she was sure of it, but even if it was a rival, she'd get there first, which is why she sprinted towards the door, throwing it open, and teleporting behind the obese man, creating a wall of ice that shielded him and her.

She heard his curses, and orders at her to stop the intruder. The next moment, all she could hear, was the bouncing of his head, the spurting of blood, and the thump of his decapitated body.