Master Of Death - Assassins

NOTE: They come in pairs.

They do not march in lines. They strike as a lethal pair, two halves of a silent disaster moving in deadly synchronization through the dark. Among the frenzied tides of the vermin hordes, these twin Masters of Death embody the art of the hidden blade. Slinking through the chaos like smoke, their dark hoods conceal a wicked harvest of weeping blades and poisoned daggers. Every paced step and hidden weapon serves a singular end: to deliver a fatal stroke before the target even realizes the trap is sprung. Few witness them and live. Survivors speak only of a sudden chill, a whisper of steel, and the glint of venom in the dark. One drops silently from the ramparts while the other strikes like a blur from above. The victim collapses into the mud without hearing an approach, and the executioners vanish back into the mist. They rely on absolute coordination. One draws the gaze of the enemy while the other removes a commander's head with a flick of the wrist. They do not simply hide in the shadows. They own them. And when the campfires flicker out one by one across the encampment, experienced veterans know the grim truth. The Masters of Death have already marked their targets.