In the covert dance of shadows, Alyn, in her Russian soldier guise, glided through the dimly lit corridor, vial of poison clutched in gloved hands. Across the way, Ryan, the Dark Knight, poised himself for the impending distraction, the tension palpable in the air.
As Alyn crept forward, the echo of footsteps approached rapidly. Panic seized her as the figure drew nearer, obscured by the shadows. Reacting instinctively, she executed a swift strike of her blade, the clash resonating through the corridor.
The dust settled to reveal the unintended casualty – Ryan, sprawled on the ground. Alyn's violet eyes widened in realization, the weight of their miscommunication hanging in the air.
"Oops... Dark Knight, was that you?" Alyn's voice, tinged with a mix of concern and chagrin, cut through the aftermath. Ryan, rubbing his side, responded with a wry smile, "Yeah, Queen, next time maybe... a heads-up before the- ow... sneak attack?"
Alyn winced, "Note taken. Sorry about that, Knight. We need to get our act together if we're gonna pull this off."
The unintended skirmish became a pivotal moment, the casualty a stark reminder of their discordant teamwork. As they faced the consequences of their missteps, Alyn and Ryan exchanged a knowing glance – a silent agreement that, in the shadows, communication would be their greatest ally or their most formidable foe.
Unfortunately for them, their realization was too late, as the echo had alerted the other soldiers. They crept up on the two from behind and struck Alyn in the neck with a sword. Thankfully for her, it was only her long, dense blonde hair which received the blow, and not her neck.
"Quick, we gotta run. Mission abort! Can you get up, Knight?" Alyn asked, a fit of panic overwhelming her as she fought them head on.
Ryan let out a huge sigh, and tried to lift up his limbs, but to no avail. "Negative. Just..." he replied weakly, in between coughs "... sulfur dioxide..."
Alyn nodded and pulled out a little smokebomb from her pocket. She threw it before the guards, giving her an opening to carry Ryan away and escape. After they successfully escaped, she threw the sulfur dioxide bomb behind her and quickly got away.
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