[Payne]

Illya

Tear had just finished dispatching the first dead she had pinned in place when another figure emerged from the shadows. Having already been caught off guard once tonight, she didn't bother to hide her weapons. Instead, she nonchalantly slung the blades through the air to rid them of the coagulated blood that coated them in a dark crimson, leaving a thin spray of it on the cobblestone road. While she was doing this, she observed the man out of the corner of her eye, seemingly ignoring his presence for a moment.

He wasn't another dead, but he didn't seem too fazed by her weapons. In fact, he seemed rather comfortable for someone who was standing within striking distance of an obvious killer. Did that calm confidence of his stem from experience or a distinct lack of it? Considering his stance, it was more likely to be the prior. As much as she hated to admit it, Tear couldn't help but appreciate that confidence. It was a feature she found to be very attractive in a man.

After her weapons were cleaned, she slid them out of view for a second, and it was as if they had never been there at all. It was only now that she openly acknowledged the man's presence in the street.

"I've been told that I handle a great many things rather well, but that's probably just boys and their talk."

She gave him an almost playful grin before continuing.

"So, what is it I can do for you tonight hun?"