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High noon and the temperature as set at a soothing blistering and five degrees. Hot. Hot. Hotttt, and temperatures weren’t the only thing flaring as an unhappy chupacabra pawed around outside. He huffed sitting outside in this sweltering mess, his vest sticking to his body only furthering his pisstivity; on business meet up with another assassin…Fun times. “She better hurry up.” He murmured to himself, guard down not even paying attention his surroundings.

After only being in this bizarre area for several weeks, she had already accommodated herself to the new place; while she had once used her fighting skills to survive, she found herself using them once more, though this time the way she used them was different. She had figured out quickly that the easiest was to survive was to have currency, and the easiest way for her to get currency was to use her hard earned skills to, in short, kill men for other men. It was definitely not the most moral job, but when had her life been moral? Phiffion huffed softly. Regardless, she had accumulated a small list of men to take down and was interested in gathering more names for the list to keep her sack of gold heavy. Moving across the land with what looked like a strut, she gazed around, looking for a certain figure that held the look that he needed a job to be done.

Guill poised underneath the forgiving shade of a large tree; his tail lifelessly still next to him. The air was stiffly silent as he waited for his guest to arrive. Twitch. His ear folded forward, hearing something. She was close. Every assassin was different but when most of your life you were playing his or her game…you start to catch on to theirs. “Alright there are three guys.” His odd eyes following any trace of movement, watching and waiting for her to appear. “Three sums of money. Bonus for all three. Do you accept?”

Hearing the voice of a man in her ears, she moved closer towards it. Nearing a tree, she noticed a tail peaking behind it. With her eyes darting around the area swiftly, they resettled on the tail - this had to be her client, as there was no one else in the near vicinity as far as she could tell. Smirking, she slid towards it, being as quiet as possible. Standing on the large, uneven roots and leaning against the large trunk, she made a soft sigh. "Alright, but the bonus better be good; the price I'm doing this for is considerably cheaper than my other jobs, if I recall correctly."

Turning around he saw a sleek neutral colored cat pressed against the tree he himself was just leaning into. His brow raised hearing that their job was so ‘cheap.’ “Well these are just some nobody thieves…But yes our bonus should be well worth your wild.” He spoke with the trust of a shady car salesman, but extra points in charm, as his Spanish accent was smooth and inviting. “Can you handle the job.” Guill figured if the money wasn’t even the challenge of it would.

She remained quiet, as if she was debating whether it was worth her while. In truth, she knew she would accept it; she accepted any assassination job, as long as she was paid. "Don't try to use some sweet talk tone bullshit. I'll do it. But it better be worth my while," Phiffion replied sternly.

“You are mistaken? This is how I always articulate.” The left side of Guill’s mouth curled the tiniest bit. After dealing with the last assassin woman this was on another end of the spectrum. Their pervious employer was… charismatic and very intimate client. Whoever this girl was stand off-ish and no games. What a pity games were entertaining… “Then I shall wait.” He dipped his head not taking his eyes off her. Their conversation was over until those three thieves were dead.

She frowned slightly. "Of course. I'll be back." She moved away, her paw idly running over her long sniper rifle deliberating how she'd kill her targets. She felt her mood lighten up a bit. As wrong as it sounded, killing and fighting in general always put her in a good mood.

In his own terms, Guillermo managed to have a pretty successful week. The nuisances were taken care of…after much payment, no one had died, boss was happy. Excellent. He let out a sigh of relief, the early morning air still just a bit nippy. Guill just got off his late shift and it was time to relax next to an untrusting murky lake; his tail happily whisking back and forth in it as he lay on the bank. His ears flicked forward as he heard something in the water ... of course it had to be something attacking him at his secrete awesome spot. He just got out his knife as the swamp beast jumped on top of him, pinning the chupacabra.

Phiffion's foot steps were light as she trekked across the land. A small grin curled on her face; she always enjoyed this time of the day - the strange time of transitioning between the night and the morning gave an eerie and mystical effect that she found to be strangely soothing. To her, it was the only time she could have to herself. This was the time that no soul was awake.. Or so she thought. As her small adventure stretched on, she neared a lake, and as foggy as it was at this time, she could make out two figures battling it out. And curious as she was, she found herself lured over.

As she neared, she realized she knew one of the figures. One of her ex-clients. She hesitated for a moment, trying to decide whether or not to intervene. She had no commitment to do so necessarily, but as she lingered for seconds more, she felt her body spring into action as she lunged towards the beast overthrowing said-exclient.

It all happened so quickly, but he wasn’t freaked out or anything his knife was poised and ready to attack when something toppled the beast off of him. Not hesitating to take his chance he jumped and back to see what was happening. The beast fell back into the water, but immediately countered with a snap at the sudden assassin. This croc was dumb, probably not even attacking for money just territory. It had no form or brain while attacking it was just flail attack flail. Guill watched; It seemed that the assassin he dealt with not too long ago was back and ... defending him. Fuuuuuc- She was in this for the money and he new it. If he got the kill before her then he wouldn’t have to pay for her right?

Her eyes carried a determination and a hint of a more beast nature; she felt her heart beat faster with the adrenaline rush she gained from fighting and with that, she felt herself distance from coordinated thoughts and ideas. Her body lapsed into instinct that came from years of fighting and defending herself and her tribe. And within a moment she had one of her knives out and swung out, aiming more precisely than the croc's flail-attack-flail maneuvers. Her focus was totes completely on the croc dawg

Damn the knife got him and the croc dawg backed down. Threatened he sank back down into the lake, not even his eyes above the water to keep watch. Guill sneered. How dare that beast take over his little home away from home. Turning to the assassin his expression not changing. “I can take care of myself. Made it this far.” His eyebrow cocked remembering last time that this one tried to take him out...“Mmm. Maybe a change of heart.” Suddenly his expression changed and his voice became coy.

"Feh, udna tven," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Old saying I know. You're strong but lack sight. Perhaps you can take care of yourself, but if you let your guard down, your skills have no point." She gazed over to the lake, studying the still pool. "Before I was an assassin, I protected my tribe. I guess instinct kicked in - seeing a weak and feeble character begging for help and all," she added in, emphasizing the 'weak and feeble' part. "Regardless, I must get going; I find your company to be most insufferable."