The blade was six inches long and two inches wide. It’s steel, forged by Dragon’s Breath, gleamed sharply in the moonlight as it came down and, with deadly precision, slid into the man’s chest. It struck through his heart, a quick death.
More than he deserved, the assassin thought as he rose to his knees, wiping away the blood that stained his blade.
Scooping out the area, he made sure to check for any Watchers. With everything clear, he stood still against the wall, and felt his body shudder, his bones shifting silently within him
The Change was no longer painful; he’d surpassed that long ago. When the tremors that rocked through him came to a stop, he rolled his broad shoulders back, a natural reaction to Morphing.
Turning briefly, he stared at the dead body whose appearance he’d just taken.
“Pity you couldn’t have worked for our side.”
Smirking into the dark night, he began to walk, heading in the direction of his next victim.