Zabrina watched as the hunter made a quick choking sound, and he was immediately dead, blood pouring from his throat and mouth. Her eyes flashed to Damen, a faint smile forming on her face. "Impressive", she whispered, watching his blood-stained razor. Four more hunters emerged from the trees; two faced Zabrina, whilst two faced Damen. "Up to any more?" she enquired, back to back with him as she watched the two hunters on her side. 

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"Quite so." he said, taking out another razor and throwing it at a hunter, slitting his throat and killing him in seconds.

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Zabrina revealed another two daggers from her belt, slicing them both through the first hunter's throat, which immediately beheaded him. The blood-stained knives slipped from her grip as they dug deep into the hunter's shoulders, but that was no problem for her. "Dagger!" she called, summoning a clean blade into her left hand. Before he had the chance to touch her, she stabbed the weapon into his heart, but he was somehow stronger than the others, and while the attack badly injured him, he was still alive. Zabrina grabbed the front of his shirt as he dropped onto his back, blood soaking through his clothes. She placed a knife upon his throat, threatening to slice his head off. "What is the name of your troop?" she enquired, arching a questioning eyebrow. "Our leader is Valerian Edmark", the hunter coughed.

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"Where is Duke Cazzino!?" he demanded of the last hunter

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"I am forbidden to tell you that intormation", the hunter snarled, a pained grunt escaping him as Zabrina stabbed another blade into his chest. This was followed by a scream of agony from the injured man, which Zabrina calmly ignored. "Tell us", she hissed, although she was unsure why Damen wanted the information. The hunter growled again, "No", which caused Zabrina to twist the knife in his chest, making another horrified scream escape him. "I'll tell you!" he shrieked.

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"What events does his Beadle often attend?"

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"I don't know!" the hunter insisted, taking another deep breath as to ignore the extreme pain washing over him. "All I know is the Duke travelled north - He's attending a Christmas party tomorrow!" the hunter gasped. Zabrina watched him with intense eyes, her gaze flickering to Damen. "What do you want of the Duke?" she enquired, the situation drawing her interest.

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"I'm heading north." he said, smiling and storming off

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Zabrina felt the hunter struggle under her grip and slit his throat without hesitation, placing her now blood-stained knife back into her leather belt. "What do you want of the Duke?" she asked as she followed Damen; her hood was now away from her face, making her face completely visible to him.

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"I want vengeance."

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