Taurus eyes trailed the two females as they slowly walked across the lobby, a thinly veiled smile on his lips. In fact, it looked more like a grimace; unlike the rumors, he wasn’t actually one for violence. It was just that he was good at it, and that his nature made him so everything well, which unfortunately included killing. But if it was to punish those who disobeyed Ara…well, that was a different story. His near psychotic loyalty yet reluctance for killing provided a contrast that developed into a fondness for poisons and drugs that brought his opponents to the line between life and death—-but never further than that. Of course, without proper care, they would die anyways, but at that point he was beyond caring.
He would just take out a leg or an arm, nothing too fatal. He supposed that Ara had plans already, or maybe she had already forgotten her anger, but he would not forgive so easily. Those who betray trust should never be trusted.
He lowered his gun, not making a single sound. He hadn’t as good a shot as Sagittarius, but his aim was clear and he was fairly talented with long range weapons.
His eyes narrowed as he pivoted his gun towards Antares. She was a pesky one… she knew too much but it could be useful to them as well. Well, a leg or two wouldn’t hurt her intelligence.
And Vela…that bitch. How dare she betray Ara and then come crawling back. How shameless and utterly foolish of her to think that she would be able to waltz in without bloodshed. A stomach wound sounded delicious; one that bled profusely without hitting major vital organs, of course. Let her suffer the pain whilst slowly dying; then, she shall beg for her life and Ara, in her boundless generosity, will offer judgment.
The first shot met it’s target with the sickening wet sound of ripping flesh and spurting blood. He didn’t pause to guage the target’s reaction; in one smooth movement he pointed his gun toward Vela, who, true to her assassin occupation, had already reacted to the shot that had struck Antares’s calf.
Taurus’s eyes narrowed in concentration. As soon as Vela turned so her side was facing him, he pulled the trigger. The shot just grazed her rather than embedding itself in her flesh, but it was a rather deep wound that had afflicted many blood vessels. In a few seconds, a blossom of crimson blood was forming on Vela’s frontside.
His work here was done; anything else would be left for Ara to decide, but he didn’t quite feel like leaving yet. He was curious of the outcome after all.
Taurus gave one last look at the intruders and slid backwards into the shadows, where he returned to his hiding position.
Vision blurred, bloody floor, whimperings from her companion, the sound of the crimsom liquid dripping rather quickly as Vela painfully fell to her knees, not daring to even touch the wound. Antares was at her side, holding her wounded leg as she gave out painful sounds. Barely one minute inside and they’re already out of the “battlecamp”.
“Ugh… shit… fuck…” the wound was deep, and the bloodloss was making her dizzy. Why couldn’t she have been more cautious? WHY?!
Now the one who had shot them (she had seen a blur of cyan hair) could het out of their hiding place, and finish them both off. Seconds, minutes passed in silence, and she assumed the personl abandoned them to their luck.
“Antares… how is it…” she wouldn’t ask if she was okay, she definitely wasn’t. But at least see the progress of the wound, if she wastn’t cured quickly, she might loose the leg.
Not losing a single second, she pulled out her own coat and crawled near Antares, thanking for not having anything in the coat. She lifted Antares’ leg, trying to ignore her screams of pain and quickly wrapped it in an upper zone of the bleeding wound, and tied it hard. That should work for now… she managed to finish it in time before collapsing forwards, and rolling upwards, feeling the blood strings falling at each side of her wound. At least she hadn’t rolled over her broken shoulder.
“Fuck… guess they had seen us coming, huh…”