Blood of the Assassin

There is no time to think - Moffs are flooding into the house, yelling loudly and smashing things for no particular reason. You slash Annabeline one more time for good measure and run, sprinting out of the rickety back door of the witch's hut and racing through the forest to make good your escape. Dully you realize the side of your face is sticky with blood, whether Annabeline's or the witch's you cant be sure. You hear men's shouts behind you - it seems the Moff have wasted no time in organizing a pursuit. One of them somersaults out of a tree - he is wearing a red cloth across his face and his arms jingle with decorative bracelets. "Yip yip yeeeeetatatata!!" he hollers, spinning around wildly to fling a throwing dagger at you, which you easily deflect with your bracelet and dash forward to run him through with the Zephyr Fang. He freezes in disbelief, coughing blood onto your shoulder, before you kick him off the blade and spin around to see three or four more Moffs, garbed in the most dazzling variety of colourful robes and jewelry, running toward you. Deciding the odds are definitely not in your favour, you turn and flee, leaping over bushes and bramble, racing through whipping tree branches and hacking through thick foliage with the sword.

Many minutes later find you huddling in a hollowed-out oak tree, the shouts of the Moff somewhere far off to the side behind you. You're pretty sure you're safe, so you glance outside cautiously and freeze. Another Moff is making his way through the trees toward you. He is looking around with a broad grin spreading across his handsome face. Yes, handsome - you're not a fag, of course, but this guy's good looks make even your black ninja heart skip a beat. You blame it on the accursed female hormones of this body, which have been tormenting you relentlessly since this journey began. The young man's long flowing blonde hair flutters in the wind and his earrings and bracelets jingle merrily as he approaches.

"Come out come out, assassin," the Moff chuckles, swinging his scimitar carelessly. "I know you're around here somewhere, I can smell your fear. Since you have seen fit to take my wife right before the wedding, its only fair I take your life in return - no? If you are an honorable man, come out and face me in an honorable duel!"

Wife? Yes the witch did mention the Grand Moff would be good looking, and the opulence of his dress and bejewelled scimitar leave no doubt that it is indeed him.

1. Emerge from hiding to cut down the wicked Grand Moff with your sword.
2. Continue huddling fearfully in the hollowed out oak tree hoping to avoid detection.
3. Burst out of hiding and run for your life before you are found by the Grand Moff.

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