Dance of Death
by Natasha Duncan-Drake
Her instructor had called it the deadly dance. A blade in each hand, she took in her six large, male opponents before flowing into motion.
A slash to the throat, a stab to the heart, a slice of a hamstring, a jab to the femoral artery, a point to the eye, a swipe through the spine. There were actions in between, of course, but those were important ones.
Wiping her blades on one of the dead, she left those still alive moaning behind her. It did not pay to stand against members of the Spider Clan; assassins every last one.