[H1][color=ed1c24]Catherine Lillasteen, the Assassin[/color][/h1]

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Levi spat in her face as if she were nothing but a bug waiting to be stepped on. She was about to hurl herself at Levi when she found the maid and a cook, it seemed, crouching over the princes. Hopefully the little bitch would die, Catherine thought with a wolf's grin. The grin quickly disappeared when she remembers her arm. She groans, griping her arm tighter and shrinks out through the wooden doors of the castle. The only thing left was her detached arm and a pool of blood near the princess. 

She heaved and vomited as she was now laying down in a ditch. Would the great Catherine Lillasteen die so easily like this? [color=ed1c24]"Hell no..."[/color] Catherine said with a whisper. She was losing blood fast and she was beginning to see stars. Catherine gritts her teeth and rolls on her good side. She closes her eyes and begins to welcome death but before falling into a deep sleep she hears a gruff voice that is oddly familiar. [color=00a99d] "Hello little assassin."[/color] the voice purred. Catherine soon falls into sleep not knowing the familiar voiced man picked her up and set her in a wagon. They drove past the castle leving it in there wake. 

[color=39b54a][H1] Cyrus Grove Edson, King of Woodgrove Castle [/h1][/color]

Cyrus spat on the ground and turned to Dante. With a challenging grin on his face and says smoothly. [color=39b54a]"Well as long as you don't get in my way, you may have your throat I suppose."[/color] His good sword drew to rest convertible at his side. He turned his gaze to his army were a young knight stood in the front with wildness in his eyes.[color=39b54a] "You, go inside of the castle and get my son Levi. He is needed."[/color] He pointed to the rest of the men and said. [color=39b54a]"The rest of you, come with me and don't attack Dante. Understood? Good lets get em."[/color] He turned her eyes towards the attackers that were now coming towards then in fast easy strides. How long have they been waiting to strike? How many were there? Questions began to bubble up in his head but he shook the thoughts from his head and turned his attention forwards.