03:15 AM, NEAR THE FLYING SWORDS GUILD...
SNOOOORE
"Dude stop snoring." Rick, a C ranked warrior who was affiliated with the Flying Swords guild, said. He was inside a dimly lit building, in the vicinity of the headquarters of their guild. They were the first wall of defense for the guild and were there to fulfill the purpose of an alarm. Their main task was to alert the guild about any unknown and suspicious people that approached the guild and stall then for sometime until the backup arrived, they had been sitting here for 10 hours but nothing out of the ordinary happened.
They had been paired up with someone of their team. It was Rick's bad luck that he was paired up with Soong, one of the laziest person he had ever met. No matter how much he tried this fatso kept snoring.
SNOOOORE
"You're irritating me now!" Rick warned Soong for the last time.
SNOOOORE
"Alright that's enough." Rick said as his fists started to glow, he then lightly punched Soong in the stomach. The punch didn't had much force but it was sufficient to wake him up. Soong opened his eyes, the moment Rick's punch hit him. He glared at Rick as if he was going to break his bones but before he could do anything his eyes rolled backwards, the white of his eyes appeared, and Soong immediately collapsed on the ground.
"What's wrong!?" Rick checked on Soong, thankfully the son of a b*tch was still breathing. "I don't think it was because of my punch... it was barely enough to knock down a goblin! No way a tank like Soong would get knocked out by such a feeble punch."
"You're correct. Your punch didn't do much, I did." A woman appeared out of the shadow.
"You b*tch! I'll kill you!" Rick charged his fists, they were glowing brighter than before. He had to alert the guild first but he didn't have enough time to do so.
"Nah, I don't think so." She smiled as her eyes went black.
The next moment, Rick started feeling weird. He covered his mouth and began coughing. Blood came out of his mouth and seeped through the gap of his fingers. He coughed with so much force that his blood splashed on the wall in front of him. His eyes went blank and his complexion looked pale.
"W... what did y...you do to me..." Rick mumbled as he fell on his knees.
"Nothing much. Pretty boys like you always have a weak mind. Generally it's their nose that starts bleeding when they see my charm but I guess you're something special. It's only fair I gift you something special too." The woman lifted his head up and passionately kissed his bloody lips. Rick's mind went blank as he felt electricity passing through his mouth and flowing into his body. His innards were fried within moments.
After making sure that Rick had died, the woman dressed in black jumpsuit finally let go of him. "Ahh... now that's what I call a true kiss of death..."
Her body was filled with pleasure... this was so much better than making love with someone. But before she could enjoy it further, her communicator rang. She saw the caller's name and let out a heavy sigh.
"Layla, report in."
"Yes Steve, what is it?" Layla replied.
"First of all you have to address me as sir and second what's the status at your end?" Steve was made the in-charge of the entire operation against The Flying Swords.
"West wing has been cleared, but there has been a casualty." Layla licked her lips as she looked at Rick's dead body.
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