Zazz
The Pickliest Bean
The assassin loosened the string of her bow at the sight of a certain Everreach... deserter. The tiniest quirk of a smile turned up one side of her face as she returned a black arrow to her quiver. The soil beneath her barely made a whisper as Azaria fell gracefully to her feet. Her gaze swept over Song and the others before meeting Falsedge's. "I believe interrogations would be quite in order. Wouldn't you say, Miss Jilaina Revess?"
A violent rustle was heard in the bushes just before an orc of Uxul's battalion broke through in a rage, headed straight for Falsedge. Without so much as a blink, Azaria had her twin daggers buried in his flesh; one in his gut, the other up under the back of his skull into his brain. A nearly instant death. The assassin released her blades and the green bulk collapsed on the forest floor.
A violent rustle was heard in the bushes just before an orc of Uxul's battalion broke through in a rage, headed straight for Falsedge. Without so much as a blink, Azaria had her twin daggers buried in his flesh; one in his gut, the other up under the back of his skull into his brain. A nearly instant death. The assassin released her blades and the green bulk collapsed on the forest floor.