She carried two blades, each about a foot long, made of pure light. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t cut through, and there was no hiding what she was: The greatest assassin who ever lived.
Most assassins chose stealth as their medium. They swathed themselves in black and gray and lurked in the shadows. She fought her opponents openly.
It wasn’t as though she had a code of honor. All the watching and waiting felt too much like work to her. She preferred five minutes of excitement to an hour of boredom.
And it wasn’t as though anyone could stop her.

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