Jumping from the tree he was in, he hit the ground and rolled to a kneeling position. Crawling through the grass, he followed. The men had stopped and were looking into the distance. Still crawling, he came up to the two men. Drawing a jagged edged short sword and dagger; he rose and slashed out at them both. One man fell, blood spurting from his torn throat, the other blocking with instinct and a surprising speed only, which surprised him.

The man turned to see what was attacking him, and all he saw was what looked to be a wraith and demon in one. It was in a cloak from head to foot, its face hidden in shadow, but small red eyes glowed from the cowl. It attacked with amazing speed, and only instincts kept him alive.

The man made a desperate attempt to block while trying to escape this thing. Finally, its blade swept across and made a jagged slash from shoulder to hip. Screaming in pain, the man fell. Its blade swept down, severing the man’s head.

There, two more gone and seventeen more to go. He thought. A shout came from the camp, and he turned and melted into the darkness. Men came running out of their camp to see what had happened. They saw their dead comrades and what had befallen them. They looked as if some kind of creature had mauled them.

Then, it was upon them. He came from nowhere and everywhere at once. He appeared from the left, a man fell, throat gone. He came them from behind with impossible speed to take a man into the night, screams sounding. A moments rest, then he came from above, another fell. The man tried to defend themselves, but they could only see glimpses of it before it was gone again.

The men, or what was left of them, gathered into a ring. The new members of the guild ringed the veterans. Suddenly, two men went down with tiny crossbow bolts in their throats. A second later, two more fell with strange metal implements in their throats. Them from a completely different direction, two more fell, daggers in each.

Now, all that was left were the veterans of the guild, eight in total since two were already found dead. All their weapons drawn, they waited to meet whatever doom it was that awaited them.

A voice came from the darkness. “You are the ones that brought this fait upon you. You were the ones that make me here now. You were the ones that killed her in one of your raids, and now you will die!”

From out of the trees it came in a flurry. Two men went down before anyone realized what was happening. One more went down a second later. Stopping, he threw back his hood. The men gasped and stared in horror. Here stood Jeardan, the most famous assasin in the land.

“You now know what you have done. You have killed my wife and know you cad die with your friends!” Lunging forward, two men went down, daggers in their throats. Drawing two swords, he charged into the rest. In a matter of moment, they were dead.