The streets were a dull sight; roughly paved, coated in filth; the alleys filled with piles of garbage. Skakdi, Steltians, Vortixx, and all sorts of unsavory creatures moved around, with the odd Toa or Matoran passing every now and then.
The streets weren't the safest place in the world, and they weren't going to get any better.
A small figure silently landed in an alleyway, leaning against a wall, his armor blending in with it, and making him practically invisible. It was early evening, and most people were in their homes, well aware of the thugs that prowled the roads at night.
However, it was because of this that the Toa was here. The pay was good, the mission easy, and his victim was one of the kinds he had no qualms about slaying.
Minutes passed, but that was part of the fun. Long years of training paid off, and the Toa hardly moved in the slightest. Passer-biers passed within feet of him, yet never even knew of his existence; for that was what he wished. And all the while he waited for his target to pass.
The evening darkened, but the being did not move. The game had just started, and he wouldn't dream of ruining it so early.
At last that phase passed, as the Toa quickly left the alley, in the trail of a black armored upper-class Steltian. No one stopped him as he walked, his red and brown armor making him looking just like anyone else.
His prey was still unaware of his stalker. That was all for the good. If he had seen him, that might not have been good. The Toa continued, shifting his armor to match a wall as the crowd thinned out, pressing himself against a nearby building.
His prey was still unawares, and was walking swiftly. Rain had started, and the assassin moved swifter now, matching his footsteps to the pattering of the falling waterdrops.
His prey had slipped off down a side street. From previous knowledge the assassin gathered, the Steltian was only a few blocks from his home. The small Toa walked faster, his bow slipping into his hands, an arrow appearing on the string.
His prey was still unawares. The streets were deserted.
The Toa drew the arrow back, focusing on the target. Both his eyes were wide open, and were almost trancelike. The arrow leapt off the string with the hearty thrum of the weapon's sixty pound draw weight.
His prey was aware now, and turned around in confusion, just in time to take the arrow in his chest.
Zarayna smiled as his target collapsed. At a wave of his hand, the arrow seemed to vanish.
No one would ever know the fate of the unlucky Steltian. His body was found the next morning; death had been caused by a hole in the heart, and the victim's wallet had been cleaned out, as well as half of his armor vanishing.
For those of you who don't know, this is supposed to be a BZPRPG story, focusing on one of the many assassinations by my character Zarayna.
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