章 561: Perfect Assassination?

Tarek grins as he wipes the blood currently on his sword on the clothing of the dead Witch Hunter, "It seems you don't have to be strong to kill innocent civilians." he spits at the dead man.

Talem "We should toss the body over to prevent it being spotted."

Tarek grins "Or, we can throw it into the fire."

Talem shrugs, "Do what you will, I'll scout downstairs, don't move or get spotted."

He leaves as the others loot and toss the body onto the fire, the smell of burnt flesh filling the tower.

Talem sneaks downstairs, the Witch Hunters sword in his hand due to his materalised weapon being a glaive, unsuitable for indoor close-quarters combat. The spiraling staircase leads to a wooden door, he looks through the keyhole and sees what looks to be a room filled with wood. A single man with his legs on a desk while asleep is present, though he isn't in a state to protect himself.

Talem cautiously opens the door, mentally praising whoever maintains this place due to the hinges on the door being well oiled. He keeps low and sneaks towards the sleeping man, observing everything around as he does so. At the other end of the room is another door, though it is wide open with a patrol occasionally walking past it. He quietly moves past the guard and closes the door, however as soon as it *Clinks* shut the man begins to slowly wake.

"Sven? Is it my turn to restoc-" He isn't able to continue as Talem dashes forwards and grabs the man into a chokehold. They try to draw their sword but are unable to as the table blocks it, he struggles a little more but Talem just wrenches the man's neck at an awkward angle, breaking it with a *CRACK*.

The man stills as his life is extinguished, his eyes are still wide open but Talem closes them and props him up again in the same sleeping posture as before. Luckily he manages to do this just in time as the door to the room opens and another Witch Hunter enters. Talem hides behind one of the piles of wood as the man approaches the dead Hunter.

"Miles? Still asleep? Feckin idiot, today is a day of import to the Reverend. If the captain sees you like this he'd skin your hide... Still not getting up? Fine, but you owe me." he says roughly as he walks past, grabs a basket and fills it some wood, barely missing Talem and heading up the stairs to the tower, where his inevitable doom awaits.

Talem gets out of the hiding place as he hears a quiet, distant *CRACK* from the tower. With two people now missing it wouldn't be long before the others would begin to suspect something amiss. He heads to the door and peeks out, seeing no one nearby he walks out onto what looks like a dark balcony overlooking a large hall. Peering down he spots what looks like the banquet, a moment more of investigation and he can spot Solaier and Risryn conversing with a couple, looking as if they belonged in such an event.

He continues to scan the room until he spots their target, the Reverend. The man is greeting another who's got a large entourage behind them, if they stick together this would likely be a difficult task.

His gaze follows the balcony, spotting a chandelier that would allow them to drop down and complete their task as efficiently as possible... No doubt they would die in the process but that wasn't much of a threat to the immortal Prospects.

Talem backs into the previous room as he hears a patrol talking to one another pass, he heads back up the tower to alert the others that he had spotted the target and may have a way of reaching them.

Tarek "Do you think we'll be able to take them out?"

Talem nods, "I do, though if all else fails then Risryn will have to finish the job."

Tarek "If Risryn fails then I deem that old fart unkillable."

Talem shrugs, "Atleast until Solaire or Reima have a go." he says with a chuckle.

The group make their way down, to the door and wait as another patrol passes, once they do they climb onto the balcony and climbing up the rafters where the chandelier is connected. They make their way across until all six are standing just above the chandelier, in the rafters which conceals them with darkness.

They watch as the Reverend continues to converse with the man until they depart, the Reverend walking down the middle of the hall towards the other side, this just happens to lead under the chandelier.

Tarek "Almost there..."

Talem "I'll cut the chain holding it up when he's in position, everyone get on top of the chandelier now." he says as he pushing the Witch Hunters blade in between a chain link, intending to twist it and break it.

...

The music from below them blares as the Reverend finally walks into position, Talem twists the blade as hard as he can but it only warps the metal, not breaking it. He frowns and realises that this must partly be made from gold which doesn't break but bend instead. He grits his teeth, pulls the sword out and strikes at it, creating an audible sound from the clanking of metal.

Luckily the chain finally gives and loudly snaps, everyone's eyes are drawn towards it as it falls quickly towards the Reverend below it. The man himself seems to shocked and oblivious to even try to move, raising his arms in some sort of feeble attempt to block the heavy metal that's about to crush his body.