The blade turns out in her hand - and some of them might escape. ImpSec would be on them soon and all of it meant she needed to reach deeply inside of that cool water that sits in her limbs like a dark river. Dredge it up and and up. A flat purpose that extends from the hard swallow down in her throat to the curl of her fingers upon the pommel of the blade. A nod - yes, she will, even if it is to tell him the truth and leave, she will come back.
"Wait for me."
She turns away as he does. Striding long, easy back into the acts that so many years now of hiding never had need of - but it never went away, it never dulled, and she could never bring herself to forgot if only for this: her husband was a powerful man, now, just as before, and she knew her duty and the roles it meant.
( It shouldn't have felt as good as it did, to slip back into this place ).
Her footsteps are silent as she moves through the halls of their home, until she finds the first one. Easy to snatch him up, easy to throw him down and block whatever weak attempt he attempted to defend himself. Hear the sputtered scream that - she's dead and he saw before his throat is slashed open. Another of his conspirators to follow. It does it's job, being this close, this intimate death makes a mess of her. The splash over her clothes and body. Mattering into her hair with her own. The third and last she can find, hunted now. That thick rich smell of blood and death she has not had in so long stuck to her and free in the house between the smoke and rubble dust of the explosion. Somewhere outside she could hear the booted steps of ImpSec, started to pour in. Not that it stops her. Not until there was no chance of any story being told. The last one goes down with a ripped open chest and leg. Her bare foot hard enough to snap his neck to stop the dying being slow.
There she's found over ImpSec, and it's from there that she leads them back to where she left him. Cooling off the last of the adrenaline from her - and it's outside the room she stays, once they go in to find Duv and the children. Dared not go in there - face their family, soaked like this, still breathing hard like this, that ugly bright light in her eyes that borders on the exhilaration.
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"Wait for me."
She turns away as he does. Striding long, easy back into the acts that so many years now of hiding never had need of - but it never went away, it never dulled, and she could never bring herself to forgot if only for this: her husband was a powerful man, now, just as before, and she knew her duty and the roles it meant.
( It shouldn't have felt as good as it did, to slip back into this place ).
Her footsteps are silent as she moves through the halls of their home, until she finds the first one. Easy to snatch him up, easy to throw him down and block whatever weak attempt he attempted to defend himself. Hear the sputtered scream that - she's dead and he saw before his throat is slashed open. Another of his conspirators to follow. It does it's job, being this close, this intimate death makes a mess of her. The splash over her clothes and body. Mattering into her hair with her own. The third and last she can find, hunted now. That thick rich smell of blood and death she has not had in so long stuck to her and free in the house between the smoke and rubble dust of the explosion. Somewhere outside she could hear the booted steps of ImpSec, started to pour in. Not that it stops her. Not until there was no chance of any story being told. The last one goes down with a ripped open chest and leg. Her bare foot hard enough to snap his neck to stop the dying being slow.
There she's found over ImpSec, and it's from there that she leads them back to where she left him. Cooling off the last of the adrenaline from her - and it's outside the room she stays, once they go in to find Duv and the children. Dared not go in there - face their family, soaked like this, still breathing hard like this, that ugly bright light in her eyes that borders on the exhilaration.