It was down to two. The now lone Assassin found a pair of citizens who were all too similar. One had to be the King, the other the Decoy whose existence he had overheard in the final report to the Master of Shadows before his partner had skewered the bastard.
With a mental coin flip, he made his choice. He found a shadowed rooftop and awaited his target, knowing from his time in the city that the man drank long into the evening but would soon leave the pub.
The pub door opened and a cloaked figure stumbled into the night. The Assassin watched as the man moved down an alleyway and then began to relieve himself against a barrel. The Assassin dropped to the street. This had to be the King, it HAD TO BE. His blade glimmered in the moonlight as he neared the man.
"Farewell, Your Majesty," he hissed, and plunged his dagger in the man's back, sliding it between his ribs and angled for his heart. The man whirled as the blade entered his flesh, wresting it from the Assassin's grasp. As he turned, a fist flailed out and struck the Assassin across the face, sending him sprawling.
The man's momentum slowed as his lifeblood began to pour from him. He took one staggering step towards the Assassin, then another before falling to a knee. "No," the man gasped, "I managed to...re-arrange things...just right..." The Assassin regained his feet, but the assault was over. The man was dying. "You..shall not...meet your goal...tonight."
The light was dimming in his eyes. The Assassin grasped his dagger and ripped it from the man's back, eliciting another grunt of pain. The man collapsed to the ground. "Long live the King," he whispered with his last breath. With his death, the disguise spell was released, revealing the face of Longo_2_guns.
The Assassin plunged the dagger into the man again and again, venting his fury at this meddling wretch. Finally he relented and stalked off into the darkness. He knew the correct target now. This farce would soon be over.
The King's Assassination was foiled by the Decoy. It is now Day 5.
