Shana
Katarina Du Couteau, better known through out the seedy underworld of the world as Azrael, or the Angel of Death, had found herself in Rome to collect on a contract, the former resident of hell had managed to crawl her way out of it, and was able to get herself right back into her life as an assassin, dishing out death for a price. While she had been gone for almost a decade, and her reputation had turned into that of a faded story, she was able to get back in, and take up contracts again.
Though with what she was seeing as she arrived at this abandoned factory on the edge of Rome was any indication, her current employer had not heard the rules of hiring her. They were simple,
Well what Katarina saw as she opened up the door to the factory was dozens of people pointing firearms at her ready to kill her, to which all she could do was shake her head. Katarina's silky voice came out with a rich french accent as she spoke, "Last Chance, to lower your weapons and give me my money before I kill you all"
The response to that was the cocking of hammers, followed by a raspy laugh from the balcony over looking the scene where a portly man in a brown suit stood "Big talk for a little lady, say your prayers bitch"
The man's words had barely left his mouth before the heads of the first four guards rolled off of their shoulders, their necks spouting fountains of blood, as her trademark blades appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere. Strapping her short swords back to her belt she would flash out of their site throwing daggers she made on the fly, as they struck into their targets neck before bouncing out into their next target, and finally sticking into the ground between a bunch of goons.
Flashing to the blade it released a burst of energy that eviscerated the closest goons leaving them a bloody mess on the floor, the last half dozen guards had huddled up in a circle and were firing random bursts of bullets wherever she stopped moving. With a smirk she would use shunpo to flip over them landing in the middle of the circle, throwing out a dozen daggers that would strike their marks leaving holes that would give a barrett barrel envy. With all that said and done, in a blink she was before the man in the brown suit, who quite literally shit himself looking up at the beautiful woman who just took out his personal army singlehandedly without taking a single bullet. Cutting the limbs off of him leaving him a stump of a man before thrusting her blade down into his pelvis.
Her revenge enacted she would leave to wander about Rome, she was furious that she was having to build up her reputation again, and she was flaring out her power hoping that someone would come around to pick a fight with her.
Though with what she was seeing as she arrived at this abandoned factory on the edge of Rome was any indication, her current employer had not heard the rules of hiring her. They were simple,
1) If you hire her, you pay her half up front, and better be sure that you want the person you are hiring her to kill dead,
2) You will have 1 week to change your mind, but you will need a separate target and will owe her double her normal contract fee.
3) You are to pay the remainder in person upon completion of the contract, fail to do so and your life is forfeit, as well as the life of any who would dare defend you.
Well what Katarina saw as she opened up the door to the factory was dozens of people pointing firearms at her ready to kill her, to which all she could do was shake her head. Katarina's silky voice came out with a rich french accent as she spoke, "Last Chance, to lower your weapons and give me my money before I kill you all"
The response to that was the cocking of hammers, followed by a raspy laugh from the balcony over looking the scene where a portly man in a brown suit stood "Big talk for a little lady, say your prayers bitch"
The man's words had barely left his mouth before the heads of the first four guards rolled off of their shoulders, their necks spouting fountains of blood, as her trademark blades appeared in her hand, seemingly out of nowhere. Strapping her short swords back to her belt she would flash out of their site throwing daggers she made on the fly, as they struck into their targets neck before bouncing out into their next target, and finally sticking into the ground between a bunch of goons.
Flashing to the blade it released a burst of energy that eviscerated the closest goons leaving them a bloody mess on the floor, the last half dozen guards had huddled up in a circle and were firing random bursts of bullets wherever she stopped moving. With a smirk she would use shunpo to flip over them landing in the middle of the circle, throwing out a dozen daggers that would strike their marks leaving holes that would give a barrett barrel envy. With all that said and done, in a blink she was before the man in the brown suit, who quite literally shit himself looking up at the beautiful woman who just took out his personal army singlehandedly without taking a single bullet. Cutting the limbs off of him leaving him a stump of a man before thrusting her blade down into his pelvis.
Her revenge enacted she would leave to wander about Rome, she was furious that she was having to build up her reputation again, and she was flaring out her power hoping that someone would come around to pick a fight with her.