#assassin's

Giving a murderous look, intent to have fun with this. Seeing the second man finally step from the sludge of shadows Nole tilted his head back, eyes narrowing as he looked down his nose at them. His eyes gleamed with madness, he shook with excitement, his body clearly showing his happiness.

The two were cloaked and shadowed, this did not mean shit to Nole, they had daggers out and he will match this. He was not going to go down without a fight to say the least- No, he had shit to get to first, before he'd die. The grip on his knife tightened, his shadows squirm with delight.

The first man stepped forward, only an inch, his body slightly low ready to lunge at the elf before him, the cold brown hues scanned the body, a hidden brow raised as he muttered coldly to the elf before him.”Is that a boner?” Clearly, this man was fucked in the head.

Nole blinked, glancing down as he moved his hips forward just a bit, snickering.”Yes, I'm just so happy to see you! And you, my love, I'll deal with you later.” Clearly speaking to himself down below, seeming proud he returned his gaze back to the brown eyed man before him seeing him shift. ‘Let the games begin.’

The assistant was still working on what needed to be done. Clearly unfazed by this commotion, or rather used to this. He was still compiling the small amount of magnesium and sulfate he needed to measure and scale out for one of Nole's bombs they were working on as of late.

The intruders stopped twiddling their thumbs, making their moves only to be stopped in their tracks, both glanced down, trindles of shadows gripped their legs, hearing small booted footsteps they exchanged glances, the first man twisted the dagger in his hand thrusting it outward, stabbing Nole in the shoulder.

Nole didn't move, he only smiled as the pain surged through his body, the shadows wrapping around his ‘guests’ , the hunting knife kept to his left hand and raised. The shadows lifted the first man, Nole dropped down some, his glowing eyes seemed blurred like a glowstick being waved at a rave, twisting the knife so his right hand formed it's palm to the hilt he thrusted with momentum slamming himself against the mans body into the wall, turning it till he heard a crunch, seeing the neck no longer pulse with breath.

Pulling the knife from the man's torso he shifted, the grains of sand beneath his boots crunched, hunched he looked at the second, his shadows slowly faded and the man twisted his own knife thrusting it to Nole's face, tilting to the right it grazed near his eye. This only made him grin.

Dropping again, if people saw they would mistake his movements for a rogue of sorts, shifting his grip again he stepped with both hands on the hilt thrusting it through the man's jaw, passing the skin to the thin part of his skull piercing deeply. He didn't let go of the knife, even when the body went limp, the mouth opened and closed as he tried to wiggle the knife out

The mouth opened, the tongue stuck out.”Fuck… that touched my knife!” He appeared grossed out at this, placing his boot on the man's chest he twisted and wiggled the knife loose, his lips curled looking like a cat that just smelt something horrid. He took an oil stained cloth out of his pocket, wiping the blade clean, just now noticing blood dripping from his own body, his vision on his right blurred and burned some. Blood got in it. He wiped at it wincing.

“HEY DEAD GUY.” Glancing to the man, groaning, he kicked the bodies as if to exact revenge on the dead.”Damn, I hate having to patch myself.” He turned, walking away leaving bloody boot prints now, he continued to clean his knife he loved this thing. He paused, eyes narrowed and he put it close to his face, squinting more.”Ah man! I broke the tip!”

He groaned, he sheathed the knife his look as if he was more pained about this than his wounds. His shoulder hurts like a bitch, the knife was still in it. He pulled it out slowly and hissed through his teeth. The scientist finally moved from his post, making slow strides.

" 'Howey' you look like shit." The man's voice was low and raspy, like he had smoked for decades and it was seeping from him.

"No, I look hot as shit." He snickers, gripping his pack of smokes from his pants pocket. Taking one out he laid it between his lips." I'ma head to the bay for a bit. Haggle there for more supplies." He brought up a bunsen burner nearly toppling the beakers around it as he lit his smoke.

With it lit he turned it upright and set it back on the table, he would leave the mess to the scientist and his hobgoblin to clean. Shifting he made his way out of the room and home of his father's, once outside he cringed, teeth pressed into the filter as the smog of the environment here hit him like a muggy weather heat that sticks and stinks.

As a car came speeding by, the puddles around were close, shadows quickly sheltered Nole, he shifted and the boots made a squeak, a dagger was thrown at the speeding car's tire. A pop was heard, sparks started flying as the vehicle now fishtailed, screams were heard as Nole walked away, he needed to get back to the booty bay for a bit.

The car curved and started to roll, the impact hit a nearby tinker shop, a fire started, a boom was heard, Nole paid no mind, he was calculating in his head, he had met a troll from a pirate crew, talked shop. He needed to check shipments from Clinks shop in the bay. He needed more magnesium. He hated the prices here. Pure madness.