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// Chapter: Feelings of Sound 
// Story: Perfect killers 
// by Blackdust 
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Anna

As I looked through his file I noticed something. He went to school with me. And from I could gather about him through Discords weird way of finding things out, he was probably an assassin as well.
"Oh this'll be fun," I said out loud.
"Exactly! I was hoping you would see it my way! One assassin versus another! Which is better? You or him?" Discord said looking at his sword collection.
"Don't even joke about it Discord. We already know how well that would go," I said without even looking up.
"But how much fun do you think it would be to have a light spar?" He countered.
This got me to look at him, but he had already teleported over to his collection and drew a slender blade. But despite it being the thinnest, I knew it was his deadliest. He always kept it soaked in paralytic poison. I instinctively drew my dagger. Don't ask where I keep it. But he saw that I drew it and teleported behind me hoping to end the spar quickly, but I managed to block it and roll out of the way.
"There! You see? You want to fight and your body knows it!" Discord said, while stabbing at me in a mad flurry.
I blocked some of them and dodged the rest while trying to read the file on him. From I could read during his mad frenzy, he would prove to be a problem. Way of the Iron Hand was one path of martial arts that took not only patience and practice, but also a sturdy body. It was often referred to as the Double-edged Hand. That coupled with the fact that he would always flow with punches and stabs and get inside anybodies defense and put them either six foot under the Everfree Cemetery or in the Canterlot Emergency Hospital.
"Damn it Discord, why would you send me after someone that is not only my classmate, but also a walking army?" I asked him, knocking his sword out of his hand.
"Well well well. Looks like you're ready to face him. This really will be an interesting fight!" Discord said while putting the sword back in it's case and back with the rest in the collection.
I looked at him then at the blade and threw the file in his face. "I'll do it. But you're paying for whatever  hospital bills or graveyard costs that arise from this."
He teleported the file into the fire and then teleported himself behind me and said, "That seems perfectly fair."
Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna regret ever joining his group... I thought as I walked out of the room in the run down motel that he used to discuss the syndicates jobs. There was always only ever one of them plus Discord in the building. Let alone the room. I stumbled upon the syndicate when I stopped one of them from killing my ex-boyfriend. Why I saved Big Macintosh is beyond me, but it got their attention. And it was either save his ass on a daily basis, or join them in exchange of getting them to guard him instead. Fair trade if you ask me.