A Fearless princess

"Who sent you?!"

Lola knelt beside one of the badly wounded assassins, pressing her hand on the unfortunate man's stomach to reduce the blood oozing out of his stabbed wound. She had stopped Ezra from finishing off this particular assassin because she needed information.

Lola's deep blue eyes were narrowed and darkened, brimming with a dangerous yet subtle aura as she questioned the wounded assassin over and over again.

"Speak now and save your soul from eternal damnation. Who sent you? What is your mission here?"

"You think...you've won?" The assassin smiled weakly, gurgling blood in his mouth as he tried to lift his right hand which was currently under Ezra's combat boot. "You think you know... what... is coming." He laughed, coughing out more blood. "You are s ...o dead....hahaha...you are going to die princess."