She was cornered, she was outnumbered with no way to flee. The group of ruthless killers slowly advanced towards her, psychotic grins dancing in their faces. She was the one who had ruined them and now she would pay. Yet oddly, she wasn't scared or looking for a way out, she almost looked happy.
What's a couple hundred against one? It certainly is unfavorable to her, but challenges like these are hard to come by.
Every move she made was precise, every slash was dangerous, and she was enjoying every moment of it. Blood erupted from multiple wounds on her victim's body, drenching the assassin named after it. She smiled a contagious smile as her victim dropped to the ground, slowly dying from the blood loss.
When she left, the streets were painted red; just how she liked it.
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