The assassin prepared another bolt in his crossbow with a trembling hand, though not from fear.
He coughed blood, covered his mouth by reflex, and when he moved his fist away he saw the wet red staining his fingers.
"I don't have much time… Better you die quickly, or my partner will get angry." He aimed the crossbow at Ebony. His voice was rough and tired, but still firm, like someone who had already accepted his own death and only wanted to finish his job first.
Ebony was barely still standing. The poison had left her muscles numb and her jaw stiff.
"He… He…" Ebony tried to pronounce a word with all her strength, but her entire body no longer responded.
"That's how I like it, trying to call for help until the very end, ha ha ha." Ecstatic, the assassin ran his tongue across his lips. His eyes shone with a disgusting mixture of excitement, pain, and madness.
