Raid, The Signless x Reader

I took a deep breath. Down below was the execution.

 

The execution of The Signless.

 

I had never personally met him no, but I had seen many of his sermons. He was wonderful amongst the lowbloods, the words he spoke were true and inspiring.

 

He was inspiring.

 

None of the less, here I was a bow clutched in my fist, the string drawn back. Upon the bow were a total of four arrows. One for The Signless, one for The Dolorosa, one for The Disciple and another one for The Psiioniic.

 

There was no room for error.

 

Each was set upon just right, the trajectory perfect.

 

All I had to do was fire them.

 

Of course I needed just the right time to do it.

 

Amongst the crowd, were allies. They were followers of The Signless.

 

Then again no one knew that. They only knew they were here to see the execution. Amongst the majority of lowbloods were a few highbloods. More than you would think honestly.

 

It was a raid.

 

The second I fired these arrows the executionees would be freed, a few individuals apart of the raid would escort them away and the raid would commence.

 

We just needed The Signless safe.

 

And alive.

 

The Darkleer readied his bow below pulling the string back.

 

Everything was silent for me. I tuned everything out. There we no voices and time itself seemed to slow.

 

All I could hear was my pounding blood pumper.

 

I held my breath and fired the arrows.

 

SHWIK!

 

The arrows pierced their binding’s right before The Signless was executed.

 

He dropped to the ground, the Darkleer’s arrow right above his head where it would have hit its target.

 

Letting out a large breath a put my bow away and took out my dual chakrams also known as fire/wind wheels jumping down and sliding down the cliff edge coming to a stop in between The Signless and the rest of the world.

 

In the blink of an eye chaos broke out, people running and trying to get away, the rioters coming to aid and escorting The Signless, The Psiioniic, The Dolorosa, and The Disciple away. Among the chaos were questions. Questions like: who is that? What is going on? Who is that woman? It’s not that important, after all I’m not important, but my name?

 

My name is the Observer.

 

I am also known as the Assassin, the Scorpion, and the Mechanic.

 

Many names yes, but one must keep their appearance and identity sealed somehow right?

 

Anyway I spun my chakrams quickly, the weapon catching on fire allowing my attacks to become more deadly. I invented it myself. Due to my gloves and sleeves, the fire did not affect me either. Making the chakrams safe to use.

 

For me anyway.

 

With a step I was in the battle, slicing and dicing people, as well as burning them to a crisp. After defeating what seemed like hundreds of blue blooded guards, I turned.

 

And was met with the presence of The Grand Highblood.


Readying my weapons I charged at him, him doing the same with his massive clubs. Do not be mistaken, I knew going against him especially in his angered state was equal to that of suicide, but it must be done.

 

As I went to swing my weapon, his reached a hand down and grabbed my neck hoisting me up by it. I wore a cloak and a hood as well as a mask that covered my face from my nose down yes but he could still not see my appearance. After all, every inch of my skin was covered with some type of clothing.

 

Back to the topic on hand here, I was dangling from The Grand Highblood’s grip the air being forced out of my lungs. With a last resort type of move, I swung my arm around,

 

And lodged my blade in his side.

 

As predicted, he dropped me and I took the opportunity to yank my blade out and flee, the rest of the allies I had gathered already gone from fleeing as well. I spun my weapons again the blood flinging mostly onto me and the fire extinguishing. I quickly held them at my sides and absconded running from the scene.

 

Naturally they had to follow me.

 

Well most of them, half of them stayed behind to tend to The Grand Highblood’s injuries. With them in pursuit, I jumped from rock to rock swiftly across a rather large and deep river. I then picked up speed once I was on the ground, taking to the trees jumping from branch to branch. In seemingly no time I lost them. I slowed my sprint down to a light jog then stopped, breathing a bit heavily and leaning on a rock wall. Naturally I had taken a few casualties, but my blood color was not something I wanted others to see. Through the side of my torso was a sharp arrow, my blood coating half of it. I quickly sheathed my weapons and gripped it gritting my teeth for the pain that was sure to come after this. With a swift quite painful movement I snapped the arrow in half, pulling the two pieces out of my body. I grabbed a random leaf and wiped off the broken pieces, taking the leaf and burning it to dispose of it. I placed my hand over the wound and pulled my cloak tighter around myself, to hide the color. I took a step forward,

 

Only for my legs to give out on me.

 

“fuck.” I mumbled as I placed my hand on the ground and got back up unsteadily. I had withstood more than this before, yet then I could always carry myself on, why could I not this time? What was so different about this instance than the others?

 

Oh yes, the others didn’t make me a huge worldwide criminal.

 

I mean they made me notorious, but not enough to have a man-hunt.

 

This on the other hand.

 

Ugh.

 

With a soft huff I began to walk. It was slow and uneasy, but it was walking.

 

At least I was moving.

 

With a huge exhale of breath I sat down inside of a cave, unfortunately not paying much attention to my surroundings. Black spots dotted parts of my vision and I felt quite queasy. None of the less I layed my hooded head back against the wall allowing my blood pumper’s beat to regulate after all of the running I had just done. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my ears take over. The wonders of nature surrounded me. It was peaceful. If I was going to die, now would be the time. I would go fufilled and peaceful. Almost seeming to have my wish granted my hearing began to subside, the sounds around me slowly going mute, and the sound of my blood pumper the only thing I could hear. A light smile graced my face under my mask as my senses ceased to comprehend. My head rolled to the side slightly and I allowed the sweet seduction of the blackness to overcome me, perhaps breathing my last breath.