The assassin's claw flashed in the sunlight, a razor-sharp weapon that sliced through the air like a blade. She had concealed it under her sleeve, waiting for the right moment to strike. She aimed for Damon's face, hoping to end his life with one swift strike. She knew he was the leader of the rebel forces, the one who had defied the tyrannical rule of her master. She had been sent to assassinate him, and she would not fail.