A new challenger approaches.

Contrary to her demeanour, that moan was the cutest thing he ever heard. It didn't even look like it was coming from her at first. But when he peers past her, his eyes catch another girl kneeling behind her. She stands up, and places one hand on his target's shoulders from behind, and a smile looms over her shoulder. Her other hand remains behind her back. Just like his target, she's an elf, though her hair is pale blue, she stands shorter, and the way she moves is eerily calm--relaxed, and confident.

Her body is more petite. Though her chest is smaller, her pale skin is far more flawless than her battle-hardened twin. That's how they appear. The two of them have the same eye colour, and even their faces look alike, though this new challenger appears more youthful. Her hair is short--just to her neck--with one braid cutely tied down the side with a tiny black ribbon.

She's also completely naked.

I see. Before she could attack, that other girl poked the back of her knee. How did that subdue her so fast? And to get such a sudden noise like that...

"Sister, how dare you!" his target snaps. "I was just about to eliminate this pest. Must you humiliate me?"

"Yes, of course." Even her voice is calm. It's almost monotone. "You will never become a master assassin if you can not even hear me coming. And I see you still have the same sensitive spots you have always had."

"I c-can not control that part," she mutters through her teeth. "Now let me go!"

"You are far too quick to anger." The new girl steps out from behind and faces Taern with an unsettling smile. "So you are the one that has come to capture my sister for the Silver Triad. They have far too goody-goody for their own good. Though to be fair, if my sister here has become careless enough to successfully be tracked, perhaps it is her own fault."

"How did you know--" Taern begins to pat his pockets.

She brings the hand from behind her back and holds a rolled-up piece of paper. "Are you looking for this?"

My missive! But when did she... This is bad.

"You must be quicker if you wish to be a more successful ninja," she explains. "And you cannot afford to be careless. Watch your surroundings, and note every detail. I tell me sister this too, so it seems that both of you are rather easily distracted."

"How long were you watching us?" he asks.

"I did manage to witness her taking advantage of one of your weak spots."

Taern puts a hand on the front of his pants. "Y-Yeah... That was really unfair."

"Everybody has weak spots. You only have to find them. And if you cannot, simply make your own." She raises a finger up into the air. With a sudden breath in, she exhales slowly. Her stare is piercing.

She's attacking! Taern raises up his hands in defense.

Suddenly, she pokes her finger right into the front of her sister's breast. The nipple pushes in, and the softness of the best encapsulates her finger. Though the instant that happens, the girl leaps backwards in shock. Taern watches in confusion as his target wraps her arm around her chest, and then brings her other hand up to her mouth to stifle another loud, adorable moan trying to escape.

"Mmmm!" The girl struggles for a moment, and then looks to her sister with a beat red face. "Do not use that technique on me! Use it on him!"

"You wish for me to stimulate your opponent even more than you have already?" she asks. "You were the one that was caught by someone like him. If you continue to be careless, someone much more brutal might find you. What will that master of yours think then? I know he told you the same thing."

"So what are you saying?"

"I am saying you should continue to fight. I will not intervene. And if he wins, he will drag you back to Dame Rolia, and his mission will be a success."

"Mr. Cresswell would be pissed," she mumbles. "Fine. Watch me, sister. I was about to win anyway before you so rudely interrupted."