[@shylarah]It was unreal. The stories did no justic the Legendary Obsidian Dragon. Even with his magically enhanced sense for vibration, Eric couldn't "see" a heartbeat, nor breath. If not for the pounding of armor and footsteps around the assassin, Eric wouldn't have been able to "see" him at all. He decided not to give the man a reprieve. That is, if he was even a man anymore. He took magical control of his boulder again and shirked it to the side. He slammed it into where he could tell his opponent was. But then he was gone. Frantically, he turned his ears in all directions. There had to be breath or footfalls. No one was beyond the sound of movement. Then an armored arm was locked around the earth-elemental's neck. He could barely breathe, but that was not his concern. He was chilled to the bone by a cold, sinister, lifeless voice from behind.

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Cain melted into shadow just before the boulder could hit him. He passed through the darkness until he was behind the assailant and had him in his grip. The boulder smashed into the ground where Cain had been, but went no further.

"You have killed with no cause, nor worthy outcome. Innocent lives, not deserving of an early end." Cain analyzed, "I have deemed [i]you[/i] deserving of an early end. You are worthy of death." He said, forming the wrist weapon into a one-handed longsword as he spoke. The obsidian steel shimmered with the luster of glass in the light of the torches around them. He slowly inserted the blade into the blind man's Abdominal Aorta below his diaphragm, but just above where it would split into the iliac arteries. He wanted maximum blood loss for a relatively slow, yet irrevocable death. He would bleed out in less than a minute. 

He withdrew the blade and released the man who was shrieking in pain, only increasing the pressure on his blood vessels as his heart began to race due to massive hemorrhage. It had been a long time since Cain had made a man bleed so much. Nearly all of his blood gushed out by the time he had taken three steps. He crumpled pathetically to the ground with merely an airy whimper. 

Cain directed his attention to the older guardsman, whipping his weapon through the air. Blood splattered to the ground from his now clean blade as the killer stepped over the body and up to the guardsman. He carefully handed the weapon back to its deliverer and said one more word. 

"Amuné."