Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150622163228

((Max, all the emissaries are female. They are the same seven women in BiBaS that we met early in the RP.))

The Raven haired Breton widened her eyes as she noticed all of her fellow emissaries were dead. She dropped to the ground, realizing she had run out of bullets. The figure in front of her held a large Saw Cleaver in his hands. He was deivered to his mercy. She coudn't escape. Not anymore.

From the look of it, it was some kind of rusty saw attached to a long hilt. With the click of a switch, the sillhouette of Sander flicked the weapon in its short range mode and let the blade rest on his shoulder.

He kneeled down on the ground, grabbing the tricorn as he casually placed it on his head, before focusing on the Breton lady.

"Lafayette.. You just made a terrible mistake..." The breton muttered, monotone. This was the lady that always had a special place in the heart of Sander. Not just as an emissary or allie, but also his favorite toy in the bedroom.. A relationship, but at the same time, not a relationship. One that involved sex, drugs, assassinations, thievery or overall business. And no questions were ever asked the day after.

"I know.." Sander lashed out, grabbing the women violently by the throat. With his vampiric strenght, he lifted her up in the air.

"I never should have taken jobs without asking who the employer is."

"Lafayette, please! I'll.. I'll do anything. Anything. We can.. Forget about all this. We can try and find Yokuda when you were done, like we promised." She reached out, slowly caressing the vampire's chin and making him face her. It looked sort of romantic at first, if it weren't for Sander's stern and cold expression.

Before that, he was looking down at the ground, silently.

He lowered his saw cleaver for a moment, and the breton lady smiled - thinking her sweet talk had worked for a moment.

The cleaver violently entered the woman's abdomen, as she stuttered. Small streams of blood started exiting the corners of her mouth, as she looked blankly at the assassin in front of her.

Sander's thumb started reaching for the small lever on the weapon. He looked oncemore at the woman before turning his face away.

When Sander pushed the lever, the weapon's blade flicked in a horizontal arc - seperating the lower part of the woman's body, launching it several meters away. Sander held the torso of the woman for a moment, before dropping it. The side of his face was clad bloodred, and his normal greyish hair had a sick reddish haze now.

The blood soaked sillhouette looked at the man amidst the dozen of corpses that had just entered the inn - the orange pupils almost cutting its way through the dim lighting of the room.