In the shadows,
Eyes are no where to be seen.
Under thy hood of black.

My bracer is flexed,
Shooting a blade out from underneath.
I spot my target,
Moving quickly.

In the crowds of people,
I tail that specific one.
Whose committed ****** and crime,
Deceiving the Creed.

Dashing forward,
I pounce.
Bringing him to the ground.

The knife pierces his throat,
A feather of blood.
Respectfully giving him his final words.

All you can say.
"Requiescat en Pace."
You *******...