Trevor moved cautiously through the crowded marketplace, his hand never straying far from his dagger, eyes darting about warily. The masses around him were ragged and pathetic for the most part, frightened and beaten creatures scraping out a living. When the Templars came they said they were here to make peoples' lives better, they lied.
Now Trevor made his living as a member of the Brotherhood, a band of assassins fighting for the people. Countless Templars and their lackeys had died by his hand, and today he had a new target. The Knight-Marshal of the Templars was a mysterious man known only as The Phoenix. He is said to have never spoken in anyone's presence and on the battlefield he is untouchable, with a swift blade and nearly impenetrable armor. But he surely didn't sleep in that armor.
Living up to his nickname, The White Wolf, Trevor prowled through the busy avenues, never letting The Phoenix stray from his sight, never being seen by him. As they approached the estate The Phoenix called home Trevor broke off to find a point of entry. Near the rear corner one of the sentries seemed to be suffering from a hangover, his attention wavered for a moment, and that moment was all that was needed. With a silvery flash the Wolf's blade sank into the guard's throat and he was up and over the wall.
From the concealment of a bush Trevor surveyed the compound, mentally marking the patrol routes of guards and the coming and goings of the servants. He shut his eyes and recalled the blueprints he had...persuaded...the architect to turn over to him, and slowly began creeping through the foliage until he was in line with The Phoenix's living quarters before settling in for night fall.
As darkness stole over the compound the White Wolf made his move, dashing quickly from the bushes to the wall of the building and rapidly finding handholds to hoist himself to the second floor window that lead into The Phoenix's room. It had a wide and shadowy ledge and so he perched upon it, unseen, waiting for The Phoenix to enter.
Nearly half an hour had passed before Trevor's patience was rewarded. The Phoenix and an attendant entered the room. The attendant moved to help remove The Phoenix's armor but was waved away and shooed out of the door impatiently and slamming it shut behind him. A deep but oddly melodic sigh issued forth from the full face helm as metal sheathed hands reached up to remove it. Trevor slowly slid his curved blade from it's sheath, poised to strike at exposed flesh as soon as he could, firm muscles tensing for the lunge. But before he could make his strike he let out a gasp of surprise and nearly dropped his dagger.
As The Phoenix's helm came away a torrent of blood red hair spilled down, caressing a shapely neck. The Phoenix was a woman! She shook her head tossing the hair around and dropped her head back, eyes closed, issuing another stress relieving sigh. With practiced hands she began stripping off her armor and carefully laying it aside. Her breasts were bound to further the illusion of masculinity and when the wrapping was removed she was shown to be quite well endowed.
Her body was amazing, toned and firm from combat, with large breasts and a nice rounded ass. Her body rippled and undulated tantalizingly as she stretched the soreness from her muscles. Trevor was hypnotized by her luscious curves and her sweet looking full lips, for several moments he forgot to breath, let alone that he was supposed to be killing this woman. With confident strides The Phoenix left he main bedroom for her private bathroom and the sound of water being poured into a tub brought Trevor back to his senses. Carefully he eased open the window and slipped into the room.
He crept across the floor and peered around the door frame into the bathroom. The Phoenix was crouched down, lighting the fire beneath the tub to heat the water, the sight of her fine round ass pointing in his direction made Trevor grow hard and his breathing catch slightly. He bit his lip and steeled himself for the kill though. With slow deliberate motions he began stealthily moving towards her.
There was a sudden clanging as The Phoenix's unnoticed bastard sword slid from where it was propped against the tub's rim and as she turned to retrieve it she caught Trevor out of the corner of her eye. With a swift motion her left hand closed around the pommel and she sent the blade in a backhanded arc for his face.
Trevor turned his head to the side but still took a gash along his cheekbone, a trickle of blood issuing forth. He came back around to see her following up the slash with a punch from her right. Unused to fighting someone left handed he sidestepped in the wrong direction and took the powerful blow on his right shoulder, the force nearly spinning him around. With a quick step forward he closed the gap between them and thrust his dagger towards her stomach, but her blade came down unnaturally quick to lock against his.
Their blades were intertwined and their bodies pressed close together. He could smell her sweat, the pheromones piercing into his brain like an intoxicating drug. Her eyes bored into his, flaming with passion. Before he could stop himself Trevor's face darted forward, his lips locking onto hers, tasting her. The Phoenix's eyes went wide and she pulled back, tripping over the rim of the tub and falling into the lukewarm water. She emerged quickly, her hair hanging damply about her shoulders.
