The cloaks fluttered in the dark night, the moon light casting long twisting shadows behind the men as they ran across the rooftops. The festival below creating such a loud sound that the little noise made by the running men was drowned. Slowly the men slowed from their run into jogs and then to a stop as they approached the edge of the roofs.
“Uthore, can you make the shoot from here” the tallest asked looking at a cloaked figure with a bow on his back.
The man nodded and takes the bow from his back giving the draw string a few pulls.
“With ease” his voice heavily distorted. The other three men crouched watching him prepare a poisoned arrow.
“Now go and distract the guards, I want an easy way out after I take the shot” his voice still distorted. Slowly each of them hopped off the roof leaving just the tall man and the Uthore.
“I've got your back” the tall man says watching the other rooftops.
“Cheers Ward” Uthore said lifting the bow and aiming at the target.
One shot, one kill, he'd done it hundreds of times why should this be any different.
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The Shadow Arrow
ActionMy first real story. Assassins, fantasy, love, mainly setting up the world and characters. But will proberly go back and write more in this world.
