It was hard to tell that the sun had even risen from where Moira was positioned, as the shapes got closer the shapes got the more Moira’s gut clenched, this was her last chance after all. Her blood red hair was all tucked up and away inside her hood, hidden away to help conceal her on these frozen cliffs. Her limbs were stiff and sore from the cold yet she pushed them on, positioning herself, with a normal arrow first, a distraction and a way to cause a little chaos to help hide her as she moved.

When the king and the other person were close enough Moira let loose her arrow, it flew across the gap between the cliffs with only a small ‘shing’ like sound. The red haired assassin was already knocking one of her special arrows before her first hit its target, a pile of rock and snow, with just enough force to loose the rocks and snow.

At first one would suspect it was just a strong flurry of snow before the first rock fell, then another, and another, as they fell, brining more with them, Moira moved into position the coil of rope with a hook attached weighed heavy against ehr side as she gained momentum, she was going to lose her next arrow, then jump, tossing the rope and hook towards the other side of the cliffs and swing up into another ledge. She just hoped this worked…

Losing her arrow she waited only a fraction of a second before taking a flying leap over the ledge she was on, hands already flinging the rope and hook she had, she thanked the gods that it actually hooked where it was supposed to and she was able to turn her fall into a swing to another ledge. Unfortunately it was a lower ledge where if she wasn't careful she could get hit with any retaliation given by either Vasileios or his companion. During her fall and swing she’d heard the arrow hit, it sounded like she’d hit metal, shit.

She knocked another arrow into her bow, took aim and fired again, her heart was pounding by now…. After her shot she only had one poisoned arrow left. Sure she had normal arrows, she knew her aim wasn't the best yet with poisoned arrows all she needed was to nick the kings skin for the poison to take effect.

First shot had hit armor

Second had missed and hit the wall of the opposite cliff.

If this last poisoned arrow missed….she might as well think about tossing herself from the ledge, as much as she wanted to live, death was looking better than a life trapped in a gilded cage. Taking a deep breath Moira knocked her last poisoned arrow, she steadied her breathing, took aim, when she looked into the face of her target this time…. She felt her hands shake, sweat gathering on her clenched fingers even in the howling cold wind swirling around her. This man… this king.. Vasileios, had pushed Moira more then any of her old targets….he’d caught her in their first meeting…. Almost caught her in the damned bath, memories of a nearly naked king swarmed her mind. She shook her head, not closing her eyes, not taking her deep blue eyes off the face of the king.

Just as she was about to let the arrow loose she felt the edge of the ledge she was on shake, then she was falling, the arrow flying to high and missing as she Asharian women fell. Moira scrambled for her daggers, managing to unstrap one and slam it into a chunk of wall, the jolting hault of her decent jared her arm greatly causing Moira to release a pained sound before she bit her lip harshly to keep in any other noises.

Her distraction of a fall of snow and rock had stopped, her arrows had failed and now her arms where shaking from the force of stopping her fall, the one gripping the hilt of her dagger was screaming at her in pain, she’d most likely dislodged something. Harsh pants left her mouth in visible puffs of air as she tried to move her feet to find some sort of grip on the wall of cold stone and ice, Moira knew that the smug king would have spotted her cloaked self by now.

Moira had lost their little game, that didn’t mean she was going to go quietly with the king.