Black and Red
starter  |  @wednesdayfaddams
The sun beat down and the red-haired woman closed her eyes.  She basked for a moment, enjoying the heat, and listening.  Her ears caught just a whisper of leather against stone.  There.  Good. And then...  Oh, gods.
Natasha spun, delivering a sharp slap to the top of the girl’s head.  “Keep your defenses up, you must be prepared.  I could’ve cut your throat by now.  Your footwork is good, much softer, but if you’re going to assassinate me, try not to breathe like a sow in heat.”  She almost smiled, and waved a hand.  “Go.  Again.”
She turned away, fading into the shadows against the wall of the courtyard. Â Footsteps passed on the walkway overhead, and Natasha slipped through the doorway to the stairs.
