The Last Primal

"[Reptilian] Apologies for the wait, dear sirs… If I may ask for your attention for a moment…"

As Draga and the rest turned to look at the suddenly emerged presence, they were met with a slender feminine figure donning a deeper purple, almost wine colored satin robe; almost as if it was merely a bathrobe, yet she wore it without seemingly no problems.

Amethyst embroidery runs a course at the robes seams, with a royal-looking golden etching adorning its sleeves as well as its neck. The strange female reptilian, draconic skink to be exact, brought a bright contrast to what one would expect in these parts of the city.

"[Reptilian] My name is Circe Kox Dragaur, and I would like to first offer my most sincere apologies for the slight inconvenience our prolonged response has surely caused to the respected sirs." The strange, unknown woman donned a polite smile and bowed deeply.

"[Reptilian] If you would allow me, let me rectify this mishap at once." She added and snapped her fingers on her right hand.

*WHOOSH!* *WHOOSH!* *WHOOSH!* *WHOOSH!*

In the next moment, four dark shadows blew by them, feeling nothing more than gentle summer breezes along a particularly colder morning. Yet, despite that, Draga and the other captains could clearly feel four distinct presences. Albeit they were masked and were perfectly blending in with their surroundings, their power was nowhere at the level of a Saurus rebirthed with a Primal's unique energies. One with a growing, emerging divinity on top of that.

They could clearly sense the vague presences as they each swooshed like highly trained assassins to the pile of bodies littering the alleyway. Each figure picked up a couple and vanished just as swiftly as they arrived, soon cleansing the area of the slowly decaying carcasses in the time that barely took this mysterious lady to snap her fingers.

Though she didn't comment on it verbally, the flicker of her expressions revealed that she might have been caught off guard by the surprising level of alertness of these humongous hulking giants. Still, she didn't speak up about it and her face returned to her previous theatrics a mere second later.

Her smile traversed higher up on her supple, faint skin on her face as she spoke up again with the same honey-like tone.

"[Reptilian] As for the little misfit troublemaker, please excuse us, but we need to see to it that such matters are handled with the proper care…" She said, her yellow eyes glinting with a murderous intent for a moment as she gazed up at the shivering thug leader, Tocyl.

Suddenly a shadow shot forward with a similar, blurring speed, charging straight in the frightened draconic skink male's direction. The shadowy assassin already had both of his dark metal daggers honed in his hands, prepared for a decisive strike to fulfill his boss's silent command.

The figure whilst looking dark as the shadow, was actually a highly agile skink, with dark, painted scales and a matching flexible attire as well helping him drift into the shadows and darkness with more ease.

Each of these silent, hidden figures that normally could never be detected were highly trained professionals, elite troops of this mysterious organization hiding much closer to their oppressors than Aiden's group of 'official' rebels.

Still, they had to have such expertise to be able to remain hidden even under such prying eyes. Or were they?

Suddenly!

As the shadow was about to pass by the frontal hulking hooded figure a large, burly hand suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere and gripped the figure at his throat, blocking the figure's advance in a harsh, violent but undeniable effective manner.

Immediately, the darkness around the hooded figure twisted as the three other assassins emerged, standing in a forward attacking stance, holding their dark weapons in their hands. Though their mouths were covered with a cloth mask, their squinted, golden eyes revealed a clearly hostile, threatening intent.

With a single command, they were ready to throw themselves at their opponent, without any regard if they would have any chance of overcoming such a vicious and powerful foe.

The madam, Lady Circe's polite, theatrical smile showed the first signs of cracks ever since she abruptly appeared. A frown flashed across her expression for a few brief moments, before she forcefully readjusted herself and whilst still looking slightly more cautious and wary, asked out.

"[Reptilian] Great sirs, if I may be as bold as to inquire, what is the meaning of this? I was informed that your intentions were somewhat different than what I am experiencing."

Dragha sneered as he raised the helpless looking underling of hers. The skink assassin's previously untouchable, cold murderer outlook drastically fell when he was seen hopelessly kicking in the air, trying to free himself from the vice-like grip with futility.

"[Reptilian] Whilst I appreciate the sentiment…" Dragha spoke, as he raised the figure higher in the air, bringing him closer to his hood. As the masked assassin saw the large monstrous pair of eyes leering back at him from the unnatural dark mist that seemed to constantly engulf the insides of their hood, his face paled, and his actions ceased. He shivered with clear terror and fright, his very core being was instinctually terrified of the unknown entity that gazed at him.

He felt like the helpless, hopeless little prey that was just marked by an apex predator, leagues above him.

Dragha took a few extra seconds to look deep into the fragile-looking figure's shivering body before he dismissively threw him against his guarded brethren, making them lower their guards for a brief moment as they got ready to catch their teammates.

Yet, such an action was a grave mistake in such a tense situation. That momentary lapse of awareness whilst it didn't seem to surmount to much, it was just enough for all four hulking beasts standing seemingly a large distance from each other to vanish from their positions only to reappear before their newfound mysterious opponents in the next instant.

"[Reptilian] … We do not appreciate such threats."

Although they did not attack, the message was clear to Lady Circe. The woman could only frown and feel that the situation wasn't going along the already prepared path, but was swiftly going off course. A potentially disastrous course that neither she, nor these figures hoped to reach.

Thinking her options through and readjusting her plans, she took only a few seconds before she faked a cough to grab the attention once again.

She shifted into an apologetic stance and bowed before she spoke up once more. This time, in a slightly altered tone, no longer sounding slightly condescending as before.

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