Dressed in her usual dark clothing Zanadi sat in a Freeport bar. The mask she usually wore across her face lay around her neck, the hood still up covering her red hair. In her hand as she casually leaned in her chair a bottle of ale. She'd been sitting for hours waiting. But she'd be patient. This you couldn't rush.
She didn't have to wait much longer as an older teir'dal finally entered the bar. He was just as she remembered him. Long white hair braided down his back, taller than most of his race. Still the same dark slanted eyes. They saw much more than they ever let on. She knew he saw her the moment he walked in.
He got a bottle from the bar and took up a place in the corner. His eyes were ever shifting. Zan saw it, most didn't. She knew this man too well and noticed the little things. Taking another drink of her ale she waited. It was a good half hour before she finally pushed her chair back.
There was no weaving around tables to hide her destination. They both knew where she was going. When she stood beside him he didn't even look up.
"Took you long enough."
She leaned in a bit closer. Before she could say a thing her hand quickly caught his wrist before the knife blade he held could reach her hip. Her voice was low and quite calm as she spoke. "We both have prices on our heads, do you really want to do this right here?"
He grunted as she let go of his hand and tucked the knife away. Not waiting for an answer Zanadi straightened. She backed up not wanting him behind her. He had no such fear of her and purposely brushed against her as he passed. No one paid them much mind as they headed out the back.
They were no sooner out the door into a back alley when he spun around. "Could have gutted ya right there."
"You've gotten slow old man."
"And you still lack respect."
"Father taught me well."
"That he did. Too bad you didn't turn out as good as your brother."
Her lips pulled up in a sneer. "He's dead."
"Oh I know it. Had Freeport in the palm of his hand, your sister too as I understand it. Shame what happened to him. Carth was a good man."
"Carth was an t'zarreth."
He laughed. "Aye, he was that too." He shook his head. "But you Mags, you were your father's favorite."
"He had a funny way of showing it."
"I watched you grow up. Which is why it makes this that much harder."
His hand came out lightening fast. It amazed her the speed he had for as old as he'd become. But she was ready for him and slipped to the side. She crouched ready to pounce. Taunting him she clicked her tongue. "You missed."
Springing up her hands chopped towards him, he blocked her at each thrust before she could connect, returning with his own, her doing the same. Each attack she made he blocked. Spinning around her leg came up to connect with his face. With little effort he caught her foot twisting it around. She followed her body through landing on the ground and swinging out to drop him. He hit with a heavy thud but in an instant was back on his feet. The two were quite evenly matched.
"Just tell me Kehlen, why?"
An smirk came across his face. "Why not?"
They clashed again. Zanadi saw him crouch to the ground only moments before she felt the burning in her eyes as dirt sprayed up to blind her. "Phraktos xsa ol!"
She tried to blink it away yet stay on her toes. Father hadn't trained for this but the monks had. She didn't need eyes to fight. A sound to her left. Instead of jerking that way she waited, calming her breathing in order to hear. The light sound of movement had her bringing up her arm, blocking the hit she may have taken to the neck.
"You fight like a coward! Nadorhuan!"
"I'm not as young as you girl. I fight any way I can."
"NADORHUAN! My father trusted you! Trained with you and you dishonor him by fighting his daughter this way."
Her hand was quick as she pulled three stars from a sheath hidden at her waist. Getting him to talk had more than one purpose. As she stood still she could hear him move around her. As he became heated he began to breath heavily.
A flick of her wrist and she heard him grunt. She'd hit her mark. Three stars buried half into his body, his shoulder and arm now dripping crimson. Wiping away the dirt she blinked until she could focus.
He rushed her as she turned to face him. Instead of attacking as she had expected he grabbed her wrist, tearing the guard from her arm. He thrust the exposed skin before her face. Three deep scars stared her in the face. "Bel'la! You wish to speak of honor yet I see no mark of honor for your father. You would sacrifice him not a single drop of blood to honor his memory."
"He deserved none!" She attempted to jerk from his grasp but he held tight.
"Then I shall honor him for you."
Her leg kicked out just as the sun glinted off the knife in his hand. With his grasp on her arm she fell with him unable to get free in time. As they hit the ground she felt the sting of the impact and rolled off him.
On her feet in an instant she held three more deadly stars splaying them out before sinking them deep into his body. This time her aim was true and he gasp taking his last breaths.
"You missed again. I, however, did not."
Blood pooled around him, bubbling at his neck as he tried to draw in breath. Gurgling he managed his final words. "Did I?"
It was a momentary confusion as she wondered at his meaning. It soon became apparent as she felt a warmth trickle down her side. Her fingers lightly touched as if disbelieving coming back wet. Within seconds the pain of it crept in. "Vith..."