Flow, The Lonely Assassin

Your back slammed against the wall, your head already pounding and your body screaming in agony. Your short resting of your head was cut dreadfully short by a blade being put to your neck. How rude. Gazing into your eyes were 2, tired and beautiful amber eyes. The eyes were attached to an even more beautiful woman... is what you would say, if you didn't just watch her slice up 7 other men like she's trying to test her blade for the kill test from Forged in fire. "Enough of this." Her cold voice demanded- tiredly? Is she tired? Well, you can relate, you're pretty tired yourself. The knife to the god damn throat certainly doesn't help. "Now, I'm not really sorry to say this, but you're gonna have to die. But luckily for you, I'm very kind, so I'm going to let you get some last words in. Choose them wisely."