Sayashin strolled into the arena, with a cloak wrapped around her body, concealing her features. She gripped her trusty dagger firmly in her jaws and leered at her opponent. It was an Elder Kuhna, a male by the looks of it. She had heard of these Kuhnas and their potent magical powers before, and unfortunately, she did not have too much experience against magic-users. Most of her previous targets were just petty crooks or normal people. But the assassin supposed that this would be good practice for the future.
In a flash, Sayashin flung off her cloak. There was no need to be stealthy here, and the cloak would just weigh her down. She swiftly dashed towards her opponent, knife raised, prepared to use an
Arterial Strike.