Wraith wasn't listening as the one to the far left- presumably the leader of this random gang- began monologging about some relative Wraith killed. He frowned, sighing. "Fine, fine! Whatever. I'm not in the mood for this. Wraith pulled out his gun, firing it twice at two of the men before replacing it and unsheathing his daggers. The two left rushed him, intent on trying to kill him.

She continued walking, then heard the shots. She ignored them and continued walking.

Strangely enough, as Wraith foht, he started singing a jolly tune, obviously amused by the fight. He had killed the third man, leaving only one left- or so he thought. Above, another man waited for an opportunity to drop on top of the assassin. In the man's hands was a dagger tipped with poison- specifically a poison called Dreamshade. It was known for its properties to kill an average man in less than ten minutes. Wraith, fortunately, not being human, had some immunity to the effects. It would be a much slower and more painful death if he were exposed to too much of the poison. His drow blood, however, prevented death from happening if there were only a small amount.

((Welp here we go time to stab my son and put him through yet more pain :D))

She smelled the Dreamshade, and immediately turned around. She hopped back up on the roof, intent to see who was using the poison.

((Yes witness as he almost dies))

Wraith hadn't accounted for a fifth member of the gang. He was busy keeping the fourth member in a headlock, intending to choke the man to death, but he let out a shout as the fifth dropped from the building, plunging the dagger into Wraith's shoulder and then slamming a fist into the drow's injured side, earning a scream from the assassin. The fourth man stumbled away as Wraith released him, laughing as his companion joined him. "Look at that! Not so mighty now, are you?" The fifth mocked as Wraith scrambled to breathe evenly.

(lol)
Ciki found this annoying, and pulled out a throwing knife and threw them at the 4th and 5th member, slicing both their heads clean off. (LOGIC.) The knife came back, as she threw it at an angle where she made sure it would.

(Woohoo heads are flying everywhere :V)

Wraith barely registered the presence of someone else, focusing on keeping himself awake until he could use his magic to recover. It wasn't going to happen, though. He trembled once, eyes narrowing as he clenched his teeth. Then, without much warning, he collapsed.

(ITS RAINING HEADS~ FROM OUT OF THE SKY~ HEADS~)

She tilted her head a bit, and watched him fall. Then jumped down, and looked at both his wounds. " Even I could withstand that..." she mumbled as she picked him up. He wasn't that heavy, but he was big. In a couple seconds, she was back in her (stay with me now) 'house', and laid him down on the bed.

((Jgdhdbgf he hasn't developed a whole immunity to it yet give him a break man
Also 280 pounds is light? lol wh))

Wraith was a rather silent sleeper, barely making a noise other than a soft groan as she picked him up and carried him. As she placed him down, he shifted, making a face as he did so. His shoulder injury was freely bleeding, and although his magical wound was closed, it was definitely still bruised considerably.

(lmao)

She took the dreamshade out of his body(dont question it)and put it into a valve...thingy. The wound could heal easier now that it was not infected with poison. She bandaged both his wounds, even the bruised one.