[1]
You put on a fierce face, and once again try to interrogate the guy. You take a breath, and begin coughing from your run, on the dirty city air. It takes a good thirty seconds to regain control of your voice, by which time the assassin has relocated enough to be side-on to the light, instead of having it shine in his eyes.
"Why should I tell you?"
And with a flourish, he strikes again.
[5+2=7] vs [7+1=8]
Which you dodge again, looking for an opportunity to counterstrike. Last time he was good up close, so maybe a lunge would be better?
[5] vs [7+2=9]
Nope. You miss as he dodges backwards, but after that pass of arms, you still remain safely between him and the exit. You think you see a moment of worry crossing this guys face... but at you look again, it seems oddly blank, as if you'd only imagined worry.
"I must admit, you do seem to have me at a bit of a disadvantage. How about we call it quits for today? Just go our seperate ways? See what tomorrow brings?" He gives you that flashing grin, and reaches up to touch a hat that he isn't wearing. What is with this guy?
[2+2=4] vs [7+8=15]
[6+8-4=10] vs [7+2=9]
A moment later, you see his face change, as if an invisible mask was removed. Where a moment ago it was full of overconfidence and glamour, now you see a grin that looks locked onto his jaw. His movements remain completely fluid and at ease, in contrast to his face.
Dangit, you didn't know what to expect from bodyguarding, but you certainly didn't expect this. Two silver a week isn't enough for this!