[center]The male before Kieran laughed and twirled both the daggers he held with ease. His face was covered but his eyes were visible and narrowed, Kieran remained still and on alert. He'd managed to calm down enough for Ryanair not to come running, he could handle these two so long as he kept his head. 

“Go ahead leech, we all know that in this line we face death on a daily basis. Isn't that right Traver?” He asked with an almost teasing note in his tone, the male below grunted softly in agreement. Kieran released a breath and lurched forward, the male met him half-way. An arrow whizzing past his ear had him reacting without thought, he ducked and pressed himself flat on the shingles. 

“There's another hidden that has a crossbow, please take care of him.” He stated as he rolled away from a boot aimed for his head, his own legs lashing out in retaliation. Kieran hissed when a blow landed on his side, his arm lashing out and catching the other by the back of the neck. The older assassin didn't like that and with speed equivalent to a vampires, his daggers slashed across his chest. Searing pain rippled through the new wounds, Kieran swallowed and swayed backwards. 

Something didn't feel right, his knees felt wobbly and his vision blurry. He blocked a blow with his arm and aimed a misguided punch at the blurry figure, the only answer was a laugh. Another slash ran along his chest and this time, Kieran didn't falter backwards. A hand grabbed his hair and a cool blade was held at his neck, a weak hiss escaped his lips. 

Something was in his bloodstream. It was slowing him down and he felt weak and lethargic. He didn't like it and as the blade teased his pulse, Kieran wanted his bed and warmth. 

“You've grown weak since we last met, pity really since I was expecting more or a fight.” The words were said into his ears, Kieran swallowed and struggled to move away. The world was spinning and his stomach [i]burned[/i] like a trail of fire was searing his skin, he struggled harder to get away. The grip on his neck tightened as if to hold him in place, it wasn't really like he could really get away. 

“Screw you....Emre…” He manages to hiss out between his teeth, his mouth tasting like copper. The blade was suddenly in his chest, twisting slowly and sending new waves of agony throughout his body. His arms slammed backwards and the grip loosened enough for him to move away, he did just that. He didn't get far before his legs gave and he slid down the roof, he kept himself from falling by griping the edge of the roof. 

The sound of boots drawing closer had panic filling his chest. He didn't think twice as he consumed him, he could feel his fingers twitching and his grip lossening. Either he was going to fall, or he was going to be killed. 

Neither was an option he wanted. He unconciously called for both his fledgling’s, his eyes closing as a hand grips his hair. Kieran couldn't feel his body anymore, his energy non-existent as he was hauled upward once more. 
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