The assassin shouted again, infuriated by the grin on Elise’s face. The rogue slashed viciously at the ranger, her teeth bared in a manic grimace as her daggers skid across the ranger’s unmoving and impenetrable form. This gave the ranger a good chance to examine her attacker’s face - which felt so familiar that it set off that annoying itch in the back of Elise’s mind.
The woman’s wrathful, bugged out eyes were bright red and set into a delicate, fine featured pace that - had it not been so expressive in its rage - Elise might have thought was carved from fine, white porcelain.
As the woman, who Elise could now see was an elf as her hood had fallen back, worked out some of her anger issues by having a total meltdown, Elise’s mind hummed furiously. Did it matter who this assassin was? Th
