Isaac’s hand drew the smooth white handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish and he raised it to his face, obscuring a bitter smile.

Unsurprisingly, Guardian had reacted to his all too obvious assassination attempt. Isaac was hesitant to assume that this suggested naivety, not with his reputation, it was more likely he just did not care if he killed an innocent bystander who happened to be blowing his nose, on the off chance that he had instead been drawing a sword. It had taken Guardian some time to flank around Isaac, not by ordinary human standards, but by the standards of Vampire. So, just before the blade plunged towards his neck it was easy to feign tripping, his face turning in mock surprise to watch the glistening blade slide over his head, slicing a single strand of black hair free. Chaos was erupting around him even as he hit the ground and seemingly clumsily rolled over his right shoulder, hoping the lack of any weapon or skill would throw the guard off, for, as he reassured himself, he had no real interest in a confrontation here with no blood.

No blood. Damn the blood, he wouldn’t need it anyway.

He rose from his ungainly acrobatics quickly, perhaps the only trait betraying some small skill in his otherwise unimpressive display. He was half turned already towards his aggressor, but now he turned fully, the handkerchief dropping from his hand as he assumed a mock expression of abject terror, he didn’t even have to fake the shaking, wondering if it would divert the assassin’s attention elsewhere. From the corner of his eye he spotted an assassin diving from an upstairs balcony, down towards where he had last seen the Princess and the lowly King, it would seem he had some competition tonight.

Come on Guardian, your charge is in danger, he thought to himself, smiling inwardly even as he backed away from his would be murderer.