Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-3293219-20190831201000

There was something cathartic about watching this assassin, flee into the dark. Knowing their reputation for being a force of death, in which no being can escape, made it somewhat sweet to see that he had one on the run.

The Dark Brother leapt into the dark of an alleyway, thinking he'd escaped...

Pitiable.

Midnight was done, toying with this one. It was time to put him to his end...

The Breton sank into the floor, with both arms crossed over his chest before re-emerging from the wall in front of his target. He could've appeared behind him and slit his throat but he had a slightly more interesting approach.

"You can't escape me, I own the night." He said, in his pained whisper. It was impossible to see his mouth move, under his hood.

The Assassin, a dark skinned Breton, with a rather Khajiit-esque voice stepped back, drawing a crescent shaped blade as his gaze narrowed.

"Ze Darkness is my ally, Phantom. Sithis shrouds me in his protective cloak, black as ze void itself!"

Midnight didn't seem to have much to say to that, he simply stared at the Assassin, with no clue as to what he was feeling or expressing, under those lightly glowing red eyes.

As the Breton got ready to counter him, he felt a hand, reach out through the dark. The palm of which had slowly rested on his shoulder and his fingers followed suit. Each one, starting from the pinkie to the index finger slowly settled, embarcing the chill that emitted from the body that it now held.

''"The Darkness rescinds its offer..." ''A much deeper whisper echoed, throughout his head as the Assassin was held in place by the other arm. He opted to move as quickly as possible, thrashing in the seemingly firm grip of the dark predator that held him.

Midnight nodded to his shadow and lunged his sickle to the side, not even bothering to watch as it went through a portal and flew out the other end, in front of the Assassin. With a light tug, Midnight pulled the sickle back, allowing the curved blade to fly back, across the assassin's throat, practically cleaving it open.

Both Shadow Mage and Shadow watched, blankly as the Dark Brotherhood assassin stumbled, clenching at his throat to try and prevent the unrelenting force of blood. Sadly, his cloved hands did little to stop the tide and he ended up falling to his knees, collapsing to the ground as a convulsing wreck...

Midnight nodded to his Shadow, who faded into the darkness...