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Drey snorted derisively. This fool had no concept of assassin-strategy. Observation was key. Vantage was everything.
Slowly, he backed away from the edge of the balcony, and melted back into the deepest of the shadows.
As he fast-walked along the wrap-around balcony, Drey drew his sword. Now was a perfect time to attack. Bypass the creatures entirely and go straight for their master.
"I'm a busy guy, Drey. I got places to be, people to kill, worlds to enslave. Not like you. I don't have time for all this busywork, so just come on down and just... let me kill you."
Idiotic. Talking constantly allowed Drey to track Ryo's movements - and at this point, the demon was walking around the room.
'Speed. Surprise. Precision.' Drey thought to himself. 'I have the advantage of knowing this room perfectly, and an aerial vantage point.'
He had moved half-way around the room now, walking in the opposite direction of Ryo's stroll. His strike would need to be fast and silent. Once he was on the ground floor, it would not take long for the blood-monsters to see him. He'd have half a minute at the very most.
"let me kill you. I'm sure you get that kind of feeling all the time, even if you aren't actually busy in the slightest. You just want your target to come and present itself to you. I know that feel, bro, so don't toss any double standards my way. Though I know you love those."
'Oh, well that's interesting. Quite topical.' Drey thought bitterly as he walked up to the rail, and swung over the edge.
"I mean, think about that Narome guy. You were payed to kill him, right? Hell, that's all you ever wanted from him. His corpse."
'I really don't care.' Drey responded internally - a much better alternative to talking aloud.
With his entire body hanging out over the floor, Drey was rather vulnerable. The darkness was his only ally. Sound wasn't so great an enemy, as his muffled movements were slightly masked by Ryo's speech, and moderately covered by the sound of the scurrying blood-demons.
"But now that the bastard is dead, you wanted a doctor to operate on him? What's up with that?"
'Does he think this is getting to me?' Drey released his grip on the rail, before immediately grasping the banner hanging underneath the ledge.
He slowly slackened his grip, and started to gradually slide down to the floor as Ryo continued to talk.
"You and me are so similar, Drey. I can almost guarantee that if you were in my position, you would have done the exact same thing gleefully."
'Maybe. Maybe not. I'm not very consistent.' Drey disembarked from the tapestry. Now he was behind the throne, and Ryo was still talking. From the sound, he was projecting his voice away from Drey. It was shaky footing, but it was better than nothing.
Drey slowly stepped out from behind the throne, sword ready.
"Only real difference is I ate his soul, where as you would have just damned it to eternal damnation."
The gambit had paid off. Ryo was facing away from the throne - up at the spot on the balcony where Drey had been perched.
'Ah. So his little... things... did see me. Clever b*st*rd.'
Drey purposefully walked towards Ryo, taking care not to step on his blood trail. He spared a glance up at the blood-demons. As far as he could tell, they hadn't noticed him - but then again, he hadn't been able to tell either.
"...Up to interpretation which is worse though."
'I really don't give a shit! Seriously!' Drey snapped inside his head. His foe was powerful, and the worst possible thing to do now would be to speak.
And it was with that in mind, that he suddenly thrust his sword forward, aiming for Ryo's heart.
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trophy x 5
