Nikki: She was waiting at the burnt, ruined remains of the cottage her bodyguard and friend had once lived at; just a mile away from her own home. Her clothes were carefully chosen, easy to move in and hard to get caught on. She of course, wore no type of metal or steel that Nikani would be able to manipulate. Though she knew the psychopath wouldn’t try…at least not before it was too late. Golden hair was pulled back into…

     Not even a week and Nikani could check off two of her targets off her list. She wasn’t aiming to make it a lasting effect in her attacks considering the extent of different healers that ran around these days. “Decisions, decisions…” the words left her lips as she paced leisurely through the cave she was currently residing in the Northern continent. It was the best place to stay right now since all the Zagurians rested there. But she knew she was being hunted, so she’d have to move…

     It was an odd sensation, something she didn’t quite grasp at first. At the same time…it was familiar. A sense she had had so very long ago. But in the chaos of her mind she couldn’t line it up very well. It was like laying in a meadow of needles, then trying to pinpoint one location of the pain. But her mind was stirring, trying to tell her something. It was trying to haul through the surface and make itself known. But kept getting dragged back down by the “order” of her mind. The order…

    Blood sloshed against Nikani’s boots, puddled and streaming across the surface of the floor as the water from the sprinklers sprayed down in reaction to the few items and bodies on fire. Nikani stood amongst the blood bath, white-knuckling her daggers. Her equally blood red eyes roamed over the men, their…