BETA; full of lies and deceit

[analyzingly]

Who: Reza & Kamil
What: Payback's a confusing bitch.
When: After Reza survives her "fatal" mission.
Where: Kamil's house
Warnings: Blood, violence, language.
Rating: PG-13/R

He couldn't help but read the letter over again as he sat in his still car.  It happened several days ago, but it still baffled his mind.

Reza Blackwell.  The rebellious Knight with

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[disequlibration]

Of course it didn't make any sense, the only time Reza had obeyed an order from her superior without protest, he had betrayed her and nearly had her killed. Well, thankfully she was a fast healer and after her little swim in the river, she'd been lucky to run into some people who had helped her clean up and recuperate.

Reza wasn't going to wait.

Betrayal was a bitch and she was going to get her own back.

Unluckily for Kamil, she knew his house, had been in his house. Getting in wasn't easy, but the house was silent and she took her time there, planning what she was going to do. There was sound, shuffling of feet, the bag. Reza smiled to herself.

Welcome home, lover.

[analyzingly]

Kamil listened to a message on his answering machine, rolling his eyes as he deleted the message once it was done. So much for business tonight. He made a comment in Italian as he unbuttoned his shirt, putting it over the back of his chair before stretching.

What to do, what to...

...huh.

The spiky-haired general frowned as he stepped over to the doorframe of his office, checking the security system. He had activated it before he left, but...nah.

"I'm too distracted," he told himself, "I probably forgot to set it today." He walked out of the office and towards another part of the house, passing by the sword he had been given when he was initiated into Black Order.

[disequlibration]

Something moved- Reza moved- slowly and stealthy, following him deeper into the house, past the sword. God, she would love to run him through with that sword- several times. Fuck him and his order. She didn't like the White Order either but...

Well, not the time for that.

One, two- she ducked behind and waited to make her move. Any moment now. She could feel the blood, taste, she had the needles safely stored.

[analyzingly]

The general stopped as his muscles tensed, turning around slightly.

The air felt different, but...

He had to figure this out. Figure out the missing pieces in Reza's death. Clearly something had gone wrong and he wasn't seeing it just yet. He usually wasn't this distracted, he was much more aware of things.

He turned and went right back for his bag, for that letter.

[disequlibration]

He was retracing his path and three was right there, it was instinct that caused her to move forward and slam hard against his back, she didn't use a knife, but she had slammed her fully body against him to throw him off balance.

She didn't latch onto him though, she wanted him to see her face before she killed him. Or he killed her. Whatever. It should've been done like this, not behind her back. Not like some... never mind.

"Honey, I'm home." Reza laughed- in a not nice way.

[analyzingly]

The sudden force on his back propelled him right into the armchair that hosted his bag.

Fucking ow.

His fighting instincts kicked in as he turned around quickly, using a sound wave to blast the intruder back a few feet, if he was lucky. The voice reached his ears before he looked up at the intruder, being unable to help but stare for a moment at the person he was countering against.

What the hell was going on?

His feet took him to his closet, his hands reaching in for his swords. Defense first, questions later. She didn't look like he was going to give him any other choice.

[disequlibration]

He was powerful and Reza let out a sound when the sound hit her, pushing her back a little. He made a move for the closet and she followed, quick on her feet grabbing the door and shoving it to slam against him.

She didn't have a knife or a sword or something, but objects around made efficient weapons.

No, he wasn't going to get a chance.

[analyzingly]

His booted foot made contact with the door, stopping its momentum as his hand landed on one of the swords. Good enough, he learned how to use one before he took on two of them.

He used several more sound blasts to send Reza back a few feet, if only to give him some room.

There was no way she was going to escape with just a "Hello, love~".

[disequlibration]

No, she supposed not. It worked and she stumbled back, hitting something- wall- sofa- something with a 'humph!'.

Normally she would've taunted him during training, gave him a smartass reply. Or something, but... this was too serious, she didn't take a long pause before she went at him again, using her speed and her flexibility to try and land a few hits.

[analyzingly]

Those few split seconds gave Kamil the opportunity to shut the door of the closet, his muscles all tense as his dark eyes landed on his Knight.

He moved just as soon as she did, although she landed a few hits on him before he could throw his defenses up. No matter, he lifted his booted foot again and made contact with her abdomen, hoping to send her down. The less he used his power, the less attention their fight would gain from the outside.

Just a few more hits. Then he could talk all he wanted with her.