Yet again, Parasitus castle

Hazari stroked at his beard, turning his sword in his other hand. His eyes were staring at the female dancer before him, but he was more looking through her than anything. His new captain of the guard was dead, but so was the traitorous healer. The score was unbalanced. He's slain her fiancé, her friend and then her mentor. Many people would say that he deserved to die. He had built Parasitus up from nothing. It was now in contention with the other kingdoms. But that wasn't what was on his mind now. Her inevitable revenge was lingering in his mind. The music stopped as the woman finished in a spectacular fashion. Rodger applauded, being stood next to Hazari's throne. Hazari didn't move, his hand still tracing over his beard. The woman bowed and left the throne room.
"A very talented girl your majesty! You wouldn't believe she was only 14." he smirked, his eyes looking lustfully after her. "Believe me."

Amelia sat atop a stone pillar, watching them. The darkness hid her form very well. She wore dark leather clothing. Her boots coming up just under her knees, her shirt more of a tank top, and her bottoms a skirt. The skirt was leather, made for war and allowing maximum movement. She had used her new skills to sneak in unoticed. Scaling the pillar with ease. Her dagger strapped to her thigh and Jacques sword on her back. There was no guarantee that she would kill them tonight, but that didn't mean she wouldn't if given the opportunity.

Hazari's tongue traced between his lips ever so slightly. His eyes never leaving the spot where he had been staring constantly. Rodger's eyebrow rose lightly. As far as he could see, the king had everything going for him. A rebuilt kingdom, another dead traitor to add to the list. The only problem was that little pest Amelia. But he had taken care of that. He'd hired a highly skilled assassin to take her down.

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Cairo's eyes landed on the outline of Amelia on the opposite stone pillar. Being a Dux assassin he was amazingly skilled in the way of using the darkness. Only another truly skilled assassin would be able to notice him here. He had been following her for a few days, watching her prepare for the attack on the king, an attack which was futile with the newly rebuilt city. He remained still, his eyes transfixed on her.

Amelia watched Hazari for a little while longer. He would live another day, they both would. It was risky with all the guards that she had slipped through, no doubt they would come to his aid when he called them. "One more day, that is all I give you." She whispered. Then she slipped out of the room with unnoticed and with ease. Her destination was the dungeons, she had to free Onai and Shayna, little did she know that Onai was dead. She was quick to take out the guards, delivering quick blows to their throats and sides. Using only her hands.

Cairo eyes watched her lips, deciphering her whispers. A faint smile moved over his own lips. He watched her as she moved out, following her closely, but using the shadows expertly. He watched as she dispatched the guards. He then dropped himself down in front of her. He slammed his hand into her throat, sending her into the ground.
He looked down to her with a crack of his neck. He grabbed her by the ankles, shaking her as her weapons fell to the floor. Dropping her onto the ground once more.

Amelia was about to take off when a hand slammed into her throat. She growled slightly in surprise. Dazed slightly as he shook her weapons from her body. A slight smirk appeared on her face, for her body was another weapon at her disposal. She swung her foot up, hitting it into his chin. Forcing him backward as she slammed her hand into the back of his knee. She quickly got to her feet and moved away, her eyes watching him. Then she delivered another kick, a roundhouse to his chest.

Cairo moved backwards with the kick as it landed on his chin. A smile moved over his lips as he moved to one knee as he felt her hand hit the back of one. As the foot came around his chest, he grabbed it and twisted it, twisting her with it, forcing her into the ground. He then unclipped his sword from his back and pointed the tip in her face. "The blade is poisoned. The slightest cut and it will pulse through your veins." he said simply.
He then moved the sword from her, holding it out to his side. "I've been hired to find you." he said matter of factly, an assassins job was usually just to kill. "And bring you to him." he said, cracking his neck once more. "This way." he said as he gestured back to the throne room.

Amelia winced slightly as he twisted her foot. She held still as he pointed his sword to her face. She had enough experiences with them to know when not to move. She did't respond to him, only stood up slowly. Her eyes watching him, she then glanced at her sword. She didn't want leave it behind. She simply shook her head and picked it up, making sure to show him she wasn't going to use it against him. She then turned and walked toward the throne room.

Cairo watched as she picked up the sword, nodding to her. It made no difference to him. As long as he brought her to Hazari, he would get his payment. He moved after her as she walked towards the throne room. He didn't knock, he pushed the doors open and walked straight in, revealing Amelia behind him. Hazari smiled lightly as his eyes landed on Amelia. "Rodger, pay the man." he said, Rodger bowed his head and handed Cairo a large bag of gold.
Cairo bowed slightly and disappeared from the room. Rodger tilted his head to the side as he looked to her. Hazari moved his hand from his beard as he looked at her. "Seems you've had to attend a lot of funerals lately. Be sure to tell me where Edgar is buried. I'd like to.. pay my respects." he said laughing at the last part, Rodger joining in with him.

Amelia walked forward, stopping before Hazari. Her face held no emotion as he spoke, she only stared at him. "Having assassins do the work for you? Typical for one such as you, can't get off your ass to do it yourself." She said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. She tapped the sword on the ground lightly before putting it over her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly as she looked back up at Hazari.

Hazari laughed darkly. "Naturally." he said as he tilted his head ever so slightly. "My list of allies is growing, where as yours is dwindling all the time. Tell me, who exactly do you have left?" he asked as he drew his eyebrows together. "Before you killed my captain of the guard, my defence were fortified, my men trained and my kingdom.. rebuilt." he said as he tapped a finger on his chin. "I have all this as well as allies across magna. Now I ask again, who do you have?"

Amelia smiled lightly. Looking around before looking back at Hazari. "Still is a shit hole." She replied. Another form emerged behind her, it was her brother, Marcus. One blade in each hand as he walked forward to stand beside his sister. He looked behind him a little and watched as Shayna approached, in her Crinos form. She snapped her jaws and snarled at Hazari. Her sleek black fur shined in the firelight. All three looked forward.

Hazari smiled lightly as he rolled his neck. Rodger was as mastered at fighting as Edgar was and Hazari was obviously no slouch himself. His eyes moved to her brother with a smirk, before to the lycan. He opened his mouth to speak before he was interrupted. "Having a party and I wasn't invited?" came a silky voice from the door way. Hazari's eyes moved to it with a smirk, his eyes landing on Aro.
Aro gestured his hand forward slightly and from around the corner emerged Brutus, fangs bared and snarling. "I think this should even things up, don't you think?" Aro said with a raised eyebrow. Hazari settled himself down comfortably. "How do you propose we do this, Amelia? Do you want an all out battle or perhaps, some on 1 against one action, whilst the others sit it out?"

Amelia turned her head to Aro, narrowing her eyes at him. Shayna growled at Brutus, and placed a paw forward. Flexing her claws as she stared him down. Marcus also looked in their direction before back at Hazari. "One on one, the old hag goes as well." Amelia said, gesturing to Rodger. Shayna snorted lightly, as if chuckling beofre going serious again. Marcus smirked lightly and tilted his head.

Brutus lowered his head in a deep snarl as he glared at Shayna. Aro patted his shoulder lightly. "Calm down." he said with a smirk. "Fine by me." Hazari said, Rodger smirked as he rubbed his hands together. It had been a while since he got his hands dirty. Hazari gestured his hands out. "So who wants to go first?" he grinned darkly.

Shayna returned the glare as Amelia stepped forward. She gestured with her sword for him to come forward. "Come now, little prince." She said with a light smirk, her eyes held a slight dark glimmer to them. Marcus watched his sister move forward. "Careful." He whispered to her. He had not known her long but knew by the looks of her that she could take care of herself. A stubborn girl had transformed into a fierce woman.

Hazari's eyebrows rose. "You want to start with the main event?" he said tutting under his breath with a shake of his head. "I'd much rather watch your bother slaughter by a rabid vampire.." he said gesturing a hand over to Brutus. "Are you sure you want to start off by dying? You wont get to watch anything else." he said with a smirk, cracking his neck once more.

Amelia scoffed and eyed Brutus, tapping the tip of her sword against the cool floor. The metal was much stronger now, nearly impossible to break. "So typical of you Hazari, to have others fight your battles. Too scared you would be beat by a woman?" She taunted lightly. She knew he wouldn't take well to that. Shayna placed a paw on Amelia's shoulder. She shook her head lightly and stepped forward. Her form was large yet femine.

Hazari slammed his fist onto the arm chair, raising to his feet. His eyes glared at Amelia. "You want to die first? Fine. I'll be more than happy to oblige!" he snarled at her, watching Shayna step forward. "Oh? I'll have to put the dog down first will I? Fine!" he said before Brutus stepped forward, he glared at Hazari before lowering himself to the same height as Shayna, he smirked, yet still snarled at her. Hazari's eyes narrowed, he then sat himself back down onto his throne.

Amelia nodded to Shayna and backed up slightly. Shayna stepped forward a little more and began to circle Brutus. Her long fangs bared as she snapped them at him. Her form crouched slightly, her claws clicked slightly as she walked. She barked at Brutus, words of the Garou flowed from her tongue. Marcus was startled slightly as he understood the words, it still surprised him that he was a lycan.

Brutus's eyes bore into Amelia's as Shayna circled him. He smirked darkly to her as if to say 'Say good bye to your friend.' He then licked his lips, spinning himself round and slamming himself into Shayna. His fangs found her shoulder, ripping deep into her flesh. Hazari watched with excitement beaming throughout his eyes.

Shayna growled as his fangs sunk themselves into her shoulder, she returned the favor by slamming her claws into his stomach. Slicing into it deeply as she pushed him off, throwing him across the room with her brute strength. She roared as she launched herself at him, her claws cutting across his face and down his throat. Then, she backed off a little bit. Out of his reach.

Brutus snarled as the claws were slammed into his stomach. As he was thrown across the room, he bounced off the wall, meeting her in mid air as he came after him. He hissed as the claws found him again, he held his face. The wounds all ready beginning to heal. He then lunged himself at her, his own claws slamming into her chest, ripping through the flesh and muscle. He then ripped them out, flipping himself backwards only to lunger himself at her again, this time his claw slamming into her left eye.

Shayna yowled and recoiled immediately, her paw over her left eye. She snarled and lunged at him again, this time pinning him to the ground. His arms at his sides, she did well to keep away from his fangs as she held him down. He may be faster, but she was stronger. She bared her fangs again, as if to smile. She then sunk her fangs into his neck, ripping through the flesh and muscle. She shook her head violently, tearing through him.

Brutus howled in pain as her fangs found his neck. His foot slammed into her, kicking her off him. He moved away from her, clutching at his neck. He snarled once more, leaping forward and slamming his foot into the side of her head, sending her flying into the wall. Her head smacking off it. He then moved over to her, pressing his foot onto her wind pipe. Due to the lack of oxygen, her strength was drawn from her. He smirked down to her darkly, her own blood dripping down onto her face.