Silent Assassin - A Little Drabble Do ya! - April 11th
Wearing black clothes, and soft soled shoes, he was able to move through the darkness like an unseen, silent shadow. It was a skill he had learned as a child, and one which he had worked hard to hone. Ahead of him, he could see his target. The man’s back was facing him so, with absolutely no sound, he unsheathed his knife. However, before he could make his move, the target suddenly turned and landed a knockout blow with his fist.
Illya looked down at his unconscious attacker with contempt.
“You will have to do better than that,” he muttered.