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Durren- Pt. 1: Chapter 1: The Assassin Vanguard

[Shen Ald-ris, son of Aldronis Far-ris: Loki-Class Assassin of the Alterran Nightshyr Assassin organisation (A.N.A.). Typically detailed on special High-Priority missions, usually behind enemy lines. Most, if not all, are heavily classified)]

   Shen creapt deliberately along the frosted tree-line, his prey's scent fiercely strong in the crisp mountain air. Saliva drizzled along the length of his maw in blood-thirsty anticipation of the hunt. The time was nearly upon him, he could hear their voices on the wind's chill breath. Closer... just a little longer and the fruits of his patience would be realized.

   The snow crunched under the rugged combat boot of a Human soldier, whose black rifle, gripped tightly in his arms, clicked and clacked with each step. Even through his heavily layered winter gear the frost bit hard, pinkening his flesh. A bush off to his right shuffles slightly, and out fear he lets lose an extended burst of automatic fire in its direction.

   "Cool it Private!" Came the reply of a large man. Emblazoned with all of the tidings of a Captain, he barks out orders, "Conserve your ammunition! We're gonna need plenty for when we actually face the enemy! Jackass!"

   "S-s-s Sir! Yessir, sorry sir!" The private hastily salutes his ranking officer. Acutely aware of his target's momentary lapse in awareness, Shen takes this moment to strike. A crimson stain, backdropped by stark white. The poor soldier gurgled pitifully, a large chunk of his throat now gone, with blood fountaining from his torn artery. The two remaining men of the small squad paled wth fear, they were green recruits, fresh meat.

   "F-****!" Stammered the Captain, "the **** are you waiting for men?" Shouldering his weapon and flicking off the safety, he orders his men to fire, "Shoot! Kill the damn Wolf!" Hundreds of shots tore through the air, shredding the once prisitine landscape like so many scraps of paper. Shen however, is already long gone, as any skilled assasin should be. His tracks, obliterated by the hail of fire, left no trace of his having been there at all. His special mission had been accomplished.