Death Of An Assassin

Cyanide was in her waning years, she had been the source of a great deal of pain and delivered her kills without question or pause. The white witch would spew into a lengthy defense that she disregarded. Cyanide had left several months after Morphine had obtained her crown, but continuing this pointless argument seemed more hindering than not. The bitch was set in her ways as was Cyanide, they would lock skulls forever and Cyanide had not come here to make idle chit chat. It seemed wolves poured in from the very woodwork, the fabric of the trees until quite a crowd had gathered. her irritation would grow, but no semblance of it showed. Nnoitra would speak, willing peace but Cyanide knew better, such peace would not come. Her audits would flicker, two toned gaze locked upon the white witch... a coward was she? Very well.

"You think my lot is too cower behind Collision? The brute wanted my skill set, he wished to fight for me, Tortuga held nothing more for me, I agreed." The shrug would come with nonchalance. "You claim me a coward, unwilling to fight my own battles when you didn't so much as make a move towards your opponent that day upon the field of battle? Very well..." She would shake the mud and muck from her coat, sending it flying before her stance would widen to better brace herself, knees would bend, her tail would rise even with her bodice to maintain her balance, and dual colored gaze locked upon Morphine. The barest hint of ivory canines flashing as the woman delivered her speech. "You want my life Morphine, than come and claim it. I challenge you, a fight to the death.

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