One touch worked. The other never quite reached its target. Tesseract had been told about Solomon Wreath, and done his own research later, and he knew about the mysterious golden light that somehow managed to repel the Texan assassin Billy-Ray Sanguine. He was watching for it. When the beam came, Tesseract twisted out of its way, missing Wreath's neck in favour of avoiding what might have been certain death.
It wasn't. It was painful; Tesseract hadn't been able to avoid it entirely. But it was more a disorienting sort of pain. It popped something in his ears and made his head swim, sending Tesseract stumbling back to try and regain himself, and then one of the shields Vex had been known for in the war shimmered into existence.
Well, he'd tried. For Wreath, there was always another time. No one would know about this; somehow, Tesseract doubted Wreath and Vex would advertise this particular attack outside of the Sanctuary. But for Marr, there was no more time. It was now or never.
So Tesseract abandoned the pair and went back in the direction he came from, moving fast now, against the flow of other sorcerers. He bit back an unpleasant taste at the thought of unfinished business, but this wasn't his fault. He'd been paid to kill Marr in an impossibly short window of time. Any mistakes that arose from that were the fault of Marr's employer, not of him. All this chaos... had Tesseract been the one to decide, it wouldn't have happened.
Only one of the interrogation rooms was being used, and only one person aside from Marr was in it. Tanith Low, Tesseract remembered from the file he'd been given. A wall-walker. Trained as an assassin, willfully defective early on, skilled with a sword. The moment she saw him, that sword cleared her belt and Low was rushing forward with it, tousled blonde hair flying out behind her and her face a grim mask of determination.
The file hadn't lied. She was skilled. Tesseract did his best to keep away from the walls in order to thwart her advantage, but Low didn't need it. Nor did she, apparently, need her sword. Tesseract blocked a particularly vicious strike with his knife, and sent the blade of her sword clattering onto the ground a short distance away, but Low barely blinked before sending an elbow into his ribs and a knee into his legs.
Tesseract blocked the latter by deliberately folding over her elbow, and Low took advantage of the perceived distraction to pick her sword back up. Tesseract straightened the moment she was out of range, turned, and stepped over to Marr.
She'd been pleading almost the whole time, begging for her life, or at least to be standing up when he killed her. Tesseract would have liked to fulfill that last wish, but there were voices in the corridor outside and he knew that his time was up. Without a word, Tesseract reached out and pressed the tip of his finger into her breastbone. It shattered, piercing her heart, and killing her instantly.
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It wasn't. It was painful; Tesseract hadn't been able to avoid it entirely. But it was more a disorienting sort of pain. It popped something in his ears and made his head swim, sending Tesseract stumbling back to try and regain himself, and then one of the shields Vex had been known for in the war shimmered into existence.
Well, he'd tried. For Wreath, there was always another time. No one would know about this; somehow, Tesseract doubted Wreath and Vex would advertise this particular attack outside of the Sanctuary. But for Marr, there was no more time. It was now or never.
So Tesseract abandoned the pair and went back in the direction he came from, moving fast now, against the flow of other sorcerers. He bit back an unpleasant taste at the thought of unfinished business, but this wasn't his fault. He'd been paid to kill Marr in an impossibly short window of time. Any mistakes that arose from that were the fault of Marr's employer, not of him. All this chaos... had Tesseract been the one to decide, it wouldn't have happened.
Only one of the interrogation rooms was being used, and only one person aside from Marr was in it. Tanith Low, Tesseract remembered from the file he'd been given. A wall-walker. Trained as an assassin, willfully defective early on, skilled with a sword. The moment she saw him, that sword cleared her belt and Low was rushing forward with it, tousled blonde hair flying out behind her and her face a grim mask of determination.
The file hadn't lied. She was skilled. Tesseract did his best to keep away from the walls in order to thwart her advantage, but Low didn't need it. Nor did she, apparently, need her sword. Tesseract blocked a particularly vicious strike with his knife, and sent the blade of her sword clattering onto the ground a short distance away, but Low barely blinked before sending an elbow into his ribs and a knee into his legs.
Tesseract blocked the latter by deliberately folding over her elbow, and Low took advantage of the perceived distraction to pick her sword back up. Tesseract straightened the moment she was out of range, turned, and stepped over to Marr.
She'd been pleading almost the whole time, begging for her life, or at least to be standing up when he killed her. Tesseract would have liked to fulfill that last wish, but there were voices in the corridor outside and he knew that his time was up. Without a word, Tesseract reached out and pressed the tip of his finger into her breastbone. It shattered, piercing her heart, and killing her instantly.