Thread: Two swords are better then one (kinkyBunny/Legion)

Luthian naturally was late for insignificant search and kill missions. She like Catraya was a guildless sell sword, not that either one of them hadn't been scouted out by a few of the city's working guilds. Job's like this weren't like assassinations or intelligence jobs where she had to be in a certain place at an exact time. With that line of thought, she had taken a detour through the market. Making sure to be equipped considering she only caught wind of this job in the last few hours. Luthian and Catraya were two names for sell swords that were fairly known through the city, hell the king had hired them separately for various jobs that needed a more delicate approach that most in his military couldn't deliver. However the both of them were also known to be rivals, trying to take a job before the other. Once in a blue moon they had almost fought in the street be it a disagreement or one of them looked at the other wrong on the worst day. Needless to say they were both good fighters, but most establishments weren't keen on being ground zero if they both decided to full on butt heads. The last moment of conflict that nearly broke out between them was after Catraya had outed Luthian's condition to nearly an entire tavern. Thankfully all the damned fools in there were drunk, or half way on their way, so most of the people didn't remember the half demon woman outed how Luthian failed to see a curse-trap lock on a scroll chest. The curse was supposed to reverse the gender of whoever triggered it, however it had only half worked on the dark elf leaving her a little less woman and a bit more man and leaving her having to adjust to some extra dangley bits. However she finally showed up about an hour and a half late, but her small pack was set with torch cloth, first aid materials, water, food, and bolts for her crossbow that hung from the small of her back. Her blades all freshly sharpened, a short sword on her hip, and two daggers in booth sheathes. As back up in case she lost any of her weapons, or ran out of bolts, she'd bought a set of leather gloves with metal under the leather at the knuckles. She smiled at the general, My my General Tyrell, looking grumpy as usual today. The sun does your scowl some good. she said before her boots scuffed to a stop and her eyes fell on Catraya. Oh well I'm glad I wasn't running too late here General, or else you would have had to settle for second best here. Run along Catraya, the big girl is here to handle the work. almost every word she ever spoke to Catraya, unless the elf was drunk, was scathing. Luthian had spent more than a few decades building up her reputation as an assassin, information broker, and all around sell sword, but Catraya waltzed in one day and started swiping some damned good jobs from under her feet. She won't be going anywhere. Our courier should have informed you when you accepted that this was a two person job. The catacombs are massive and we don't know what's down there. If one of you happens to fall to an ill favored fate, the idea is that the other might at least return with information on what is down there. You'll both be working together on this. the General sighed, Just try not to kill each other in there. He turned to his men. Open up the gate. We'll be locking it back up after you enter. Someone will be stationed out here at all times, three hard bangs when the job is done or one of you is dead and we'll you out. She scowled at her unexpected partner. Oh she'll be fine, so long as she doesn't get in the sight lines of my crossbow. she said as her scowl turned to a bitchy smile as she walked towards the door as the guards worked on getting it open.