Betrayal

The moonlight bathed the courtyard. Garth silently crept up on his mark, stiletto slipping down his sleeve into his open palm. The lord sat facing the gates expectantly. She's not coming Garth knew.

He closed in on his prey, his payday. Shifting to attack he noticed beneath the lord a dark pool. He sniffed, the unmistakable scent of blood on the air. The smell of betrayal! Like lightening he moved to the side as two bolts thudded into the lord's corpse. Rolling to a crouch behind a wall, throwing knives in hand, Garth snarled. "Slowly, these two I'll kill slowly!"