SpecialAgentArtemis

She crouched on the ground, shoulders back, eyes narrowed, teeth bared in a snarl full of hate and rage and directed straight at him. Executor Darkleer took little notice.  Another job, another victim.  Regrettable but necessary.  He had his orders, after all. He reached back and pulled an arrow out of his quiver.  He was in no hurry, and wanted to make this as clean and efficient as possible.  After all, she couldn't escape.  Even if she tried to run, he could have an arrow through her back before she had gone three paces. It didn't matter.  It was clear that she had no