Let him live, and set up an ambush.

As much as you know this bastard deserves it, you don't really have anything to gain by killing him, not to mention you are not sure you are ready to take that step yet. Taking a few seconds to look over the room for anything else useful you do find a bit of what seems to be jerky a hard roll, and some water. ?I guess I should wait.? You quietly say to the body on the floor. Then a thought hits you and you drag the body under the desk out of sight. Next you can't resist dipping a finger into your wet pussy and give yourself a taste, ?Damn I am delicious.? You say with a little snort, and decide you should probably wash off a bit. Not wanting to waste much time, you use the water he had to rinse off your nether regions before slipping behind where the door will open to catch the next person to enter by surprise. Nearly an hour later the door finally clicks open. Apparently the guard must not have given him much of a description of you, or he simply didn't believe you would simply walk in, as the first one in the room is the man that hired the assassin this body used to be. Not wanting to loose the element of surprise, you simply slam your body into the door behind him locking any additional guards outside. He spins at the sound of the door crashing closed, his hand reaching for his sword. ?Surprised to see me??

The look of panic in his eyes empowers you as you pull up your sword and set upon him like a pouncing cat. ?No, help guards! Guards!? He screams as he parries your initial onslaught with practiced ease. But both of you know who is the better fighter and you keep him on the defensive easily, still amazed at just how good you really are. Then the door bursts open finally and a flood of guards poor into the room. In the confines of the room you can't help but think trying to kill him here was a mistake and as the third guard enters the room it is you that is fighting for your life.

Then it finally hits you, 'I have guns.' With a flurry of wild swings and a loud shout, you are able to momentarily clear the three guards and the captain off of you for just enough time to toss your sword to your left hand and draw a pistol. All four leap at you in unison in an attempt to foul your shot, but this proves to be their undoing as it also puts them off balance. The first to reach you receives a knee to the chin as you leap back at them, sending him backward causing the next two to briefly loose their footing. The one on the right, you send crashing to the ground screaming with a bullet to the right thigh. Simultaneously a wicked smash with the pommel of your sword catches the one to the left in the nose, shattering it, sending him to his knees clutching his now bloody face. The captain then pushes the others forward, which does catch you off guard as this causes the guard that is reeling back from the kick to come crashing back down right on your sword both impaling him and pinning your sword under him on the ground. The captain then takes this opening and you receive a massive kick to the midsection that is only slightly blunted by your magical bracers, knocking the wind out of you for a second, forcing you to abandon your sword and scamper across the room. The guard with the broken nose rises to his feet and attempts to clear his vision as the one with the bullet in his leg similarly scrambles to get his footing as well.

?Kill her and bring me the body.? The captain says with a mix of bravado and fear and backs to the door to escape. That is when he sees your gun raise up and take aim at his head. ?Fuck.? He screams and dives behind the two guards. You let two bullets fly, missing, but it at least keeps him in the room.

Having gathered your breath, and missing your sword, you proceed to pull the other gun and point it at the two shaken and badly wounded guards. ?I am not the killer he has painted me to be. If I was I would surely gun both of you down where you stand. Go now, the man behind you is the one that killed your prince. He wants me dead because I am the only one that knows the truth.?

Now hiding behind the large desk, the captain protests, ?She lies, kill her. She is the assassin that killed the prince. Kill her! 100 gold to the man that kills her!?

The guards both look at each other, then to him, before finally looking at you. You are not sure if you will ever know if they believed you, or were simply too afraid to try, but both of them turn and walk out the door. ?How dare you. I will not accept this insolence, I said kill her and I will be obeyed.? He demands furiously and actually makes to disembowel the closes guard. Sadly for him all you were waiting for was an opening. With a steady squeeze and a careful aim of a pro shooter, you end his **** before it even gets underway. He falls to a heap, but as the guard he was planning to kill meets your gaze, you know you just might be able to come back here after all. Assuming he bothers to tell anyone the truth that is. A few moments after they leave the room, after retrieving your sword, you simply walk out of the room and look around. A crowd of at least 20 guards has gathered, but none of them make any kind of move, or even say a word.

?Don't worry, I am leaving.? You want so much to be the cool bad ass that simply strolls out of town and head south to deliver the shopkeepers message, but as much as you think they won't try anything, paranoia, or caution gets the better of you, and as soon as you round the nearest corner, you change your gait to more of a half run, your padded feet hardly making a sound as you disappear out of the stronghold and into the night air. To your surprise, as you exit the building not a soul around seems to care one bit who you are or what you are doing. That said you do have a message to deliver to the south, and decide not to press your luck, not to mention how cool it feels to do it, and simply run at the city wall. A conveniently placed cart of hay is all you need to vault to the top of the wall and over, dropping down effortlessly onto the grass on the other side. ?Yup, I am a bad ass bitch.? You laugh at the night as you start running to the south, with a stride that would make many horses jealous. ?Fuck I am fast.? You can't help but say as you continue for an hour or so into the night before deciding the best thing to do is spend another night up a tree. A quick leaping climb later and you are once again finding yourself a nice place to perch. Once up the tree you settle in to a comfortable perch, and pull out the big pieces of beef jerky, the roll, and the remaining water in the skin, and make a quick meal of it. With your belly satisfied, you then settle in with a content smile, and nod off to sleep.