The OC Above is Hired to Assassinate Your OC.[IC]

Shen chuckled as Ethan approached with his typical expression, "Is this a joke? What are you going to do to me? " Shen took a deep breath to recompose himself then began to cough. Oranges...? Shen did love his oranges, but why was this scent coming from Ethan? Wasn't he an assassin? Once again, Shen had the urge to laugh at the young man. "I'll give you some advice: Oranges don't deter dragons. However, oranges are a great remedy for-" Shen stopped mid-sentence when he saw Ethan charge directly towards him. 

Shen called forth a gust of wind to knock Ethan down. The young man fell over along with a large bag of oranges. They rolled around, adding orange accents to Shen's castle. "...If you wish to kill me, I have some more advice for you: One, bring an actual weapon, and two, try to be sneakier. I await your next visit, young human. Unfortunately, I won't be sleeping with one eye open. You're pathetic," Shen said, before walking away.

Whom had she wronged? When could she have made someone mad enough for this?! The thought honestly hurt Artifex's feelings.
Her priorities might nave been a little off, but who in their right mind would send a fellow dragon after her? What could she have possibly done to deserve such insult to injury?
Nothing she could recall, Artifex hadn't left her little patch of woods in a year. This couldn't possibly be retaliation for anything she had done, this must be something from her broken memory. Some enemy from a very long time ago. Suddenly her anxiety was gone.
Quezalcoatls are built to run, but Artifex was done running. She spun to face her attacker, let out the loudest tiger growl she could muster, and summoned up a blast of hot air. It lifted her flared wings and wiped her mane around wildly as the other dragon approached. An asian dragon, also with wind magic.
This should be fun...

     As Scourge was walking through the woods, he felt a strange feeling. It was as if someone was watching him. Nevertheless, he tried to ignore this and just kept walking. After a while, he knew that something was definitely following him after a large, dragon-shaped shadow loomed over him for a short moment as it passed over him.

"W-what the hell?" He stared at the dragon in disbelief as it landed in front of him. He's never seen a dragon in person before, and this one was beautiful to say the least. Artifex finally said something. 

"I'm sorry little bear, but I have to end your life. It's for the best," She said as she started walking towards him. 

"Uhm... yeah, okay. Go ahead and try. I DARE YOU," Scourge's fur raised. He was nervous, no doubt. He had no idea what this creature might have in store for him.

She leapt towards Scourge who had put his claws up in defense, but Artifex found a way around them. She quickly bit right into his side, releasing her potent venom into his veins. 

"I'm so sorry that it had to be this way..." She said right before taking off.

"W.....what is this?... I feel... diz.....," Scourge collapsed to the ground, trembling from the burning pain until he slowly fell asleep into his own death.

Lassey woke up from a light sleep to the faintest sound of his door opening, the only way in and out of his room. His white, cat like eyes glinted as he adjusted to the dark and his “visitor” came into focus. Lassey was no stranger to attempts on his life, and this seemed no different. The intruder seemed very stealthy, and Lassey could only assume he was a pro. That was a nice change of pace. The reptilian alien tilted his head in an amused fashion, purring, “Its a little late for guests, don’t you think?”

Without waiting for a response, Lassey continued to talk as he slowly stood up with the same tenseness as a snake rearing its head to strike. He laid his large clawed hands down in front of him, palms facing downwards , so that he stood on all fours and towered over the would-be assassin.

“You collect teeth huh? Lucky for you I have two rows of them to choose from.” He said, flashing a grin with both mouths. “You’ll have to try to take them first. A grizzly, huh? This will be fun....”

Lassey crouched as Scourge charged him, his eyes bright with excitement. Only one of them was going to be leaving that room alive.

Lithani had gotten the news already that she was being targeted by an assassin. This was nothing new or unusual to her.  She had been keeping her guard up for the past few days, but when she found out exactly WHO was targeting her, things changed... rather, what was targeting her.  

Lithani was wandering through a deep canyon when suddenly, the strange creature known as "Lassey" struck his attack.  Plummeting to the ground with his claws digging into the ground, Lassey barely missed as Lithani jumped back with a speed booster from her staff.  Her heart nearly skipped a beat from the surprise.  Lassey slowly rose up from the attack and Lithani studied his body curiously.

"So. YOU must be that assassin who is after me." She spoke as she held tightly to her staff.  She wasn't sure what to even MAKE of Lassey.  "I've seen some strange creatures in my days, but you are possibly the strangest I've seen yet. What's your deal with me?" No response from the alien.  Only a smirk, or rather, two smirks, considering the pair of mouths he boasted. Lithani smirked back.

"I'm dying to see this." She said as she continued to grin. "I want to see exactly what you're made of... come at me, beast!"

To kill an angel would probably be a feat hard to achieve. Yet someone dared to chase after him. Zaruel, an angel of death and destruction, targeted by some lowly beings? He won't let himself get killed so easily. Whoever dared to take on this foolish task would meet a fate even more cruel than death itself. That, he would make sure happen.

Zaruel watched and waited, waited and watched. Whoever's hunting him would appear sooner or later. And if luck would have it, she came sooner instead. Her steps loud, weapon absurdly large. Though it was aesthetically pleasing. He sniffed the air and caught the scent of some sort of god. She's blessed, favored by some deity from a land far away. A woman who shouts and yells with both her words and her weapon. The angel grinned. Maybe this lady could be an interesting opponent. After all, to be blessed by a god, she must possess some sort of unique strength.

"To try and kill an angel, you must be mad," Zaruel said as he opened his arms in a wide gesture. He appeared to be unarmed, but in a flash of light an array of swords appeared in a semi-circle behind him. "But let's shall see who wins. God's protector, or God's favored champion?"

The hybrid stared with wide eyes as she gazed upon the being trying to assassinate her. It seemed heavenly but, wrong.  She wasn’t sure what it was but she doubted that this being was pure or that she had done something bad enough to deserve heavenly intervention to stop her. Peaches racked her mind, had she upset someone that badly? She couldn’t think of much she could have done other than being a sarcastic asshole. She smiled widely.

“oh my, did I hurt someone’s feelings so bad they want me dead? And they couldn’t even go after me themselves? Sad really, can’t even kill a bunny.” Peaches remarked.

She laughed slightly, how funny this whole situation was. Hurt feelings bad enough to try to kill someone but having someone else do it. Her body tensed as she dropped down to all fours. This “angel” would have to catch her first and even if he catches her, she was going to be sure to sink her fangs into him. She may be small but, even a mouse will bite when cornered. It might not do much, but it will be an irritant.

“Come get me!” the hybrid called playfully as she dashed away.

(you actually are spot on there)

(Sorry if she's OOC ! I'm not that great at writing other people's characters yet)

Stinger thought he was alone in the alleyway, the area looking clear when he had stepped out of the back door of a club to get a break from all the noise. It was that noise he was still trying to clear that made him doubt himself ar first when he heard a slight rustle coming from the dumpsters lining the wall. His ears were still ringing, things were gonna sound a little odd. Right? Though, Stinger supposed it would to be too good to be true to actually be alone in such a seedy city. The next time he heard the slight rustle he whipped around towards the noise, hand reaching for a gun that wasn't there. 'Dammit...' He had already dropped it off to the security at the entrance, not expecting to really need such a thing at a night club. 

"You're not a good person, are you?" an unfamiliar voice asked from the shadows, almost accusingly. Stinger had to squint to make out the long-eared form. He didn't answer the question, but he didn't need to. Peach was hired to kill him, so of course, she got a little background info in order to find the pesky insect. It was already pretty clear to her that Stinger really did deserve her suspicion from the start. It wasn't just her skepticism telling her that he was never up to any good. 

Stinger dismissed the stranger with a wave of his hand and an over the shoulder. "Sorry man, you got the wrong guy." That quick glance over his shoulder was the only warning he got as the hybrid flew at him, fangs bared. He ducked barely and flinched as she crashed right into the trashcan's behind him, sending the contents of them clattering in her clumsy landing. For a split second, she was still, but to the surprise of her target, she sprung right back up and prepared to fly at him again. She was far more resilient than he had initially given her credit for, and for the first time, he started to take the almost comical event seriously. He prepared to take off and try to outfly her, but to his surprise, he saw one of his wings was now crumpled and misshapen. She hadn't missed him entirely as he had thought. 

"You know what you remind me of?" the hybrid asked as Stinger pressed himself flat up against the brick wall behind him. He shook his head, eyes darting towards the opening of the alley...maybe he could make a break for it on foot.

 Peach answered her own question, her attitude clear in her voice.

"A bug on a windshield"

And before she even finished saying that last syllable, she flung herself at him for the second time with a snarl.

Scourge was just casually sitting by the lake looking down at his reflection. It was a generally calm day in the woods at the time, which was pretty unusual for Scourge. Usually something goes wrong or he gets attacked by someone on a daily bases. So, he didn't really trust letting his guard down yet. And it was a good thing that he didn't, because suddenly he heard a strange noise. It sounded like the flapping of large wings. Insect wings... Scourge quickly got to his feet to face whoever or whatever this was, and what he saw was an interesting sight indeed. An man with very distinct insect-like features was flying right towards him. Scourge's fur stood up a bit at the sight. He never seen anything like this. 

Stinger stopped right in front of Scourge, but he still remained airborne. There was a slight wind coming from the flapping of Stinger's wings. 

"Uhm... Who are-- no. What in the actual hell are you supposed to be?!" Scourge questioned as he studied the the bug dude. 

"Well that's no way to introduce yourself. No wonder why they payed me big bucks to wipe you off of this planet," Stinger replied.

"... You're here to kill me?? I knew this day was goin' a little too well. Well, listen here. I don't really think ya have what it takes. You don't look like a fightin' type..." Scourge said as he narrowed his eyes at Stinger.

"Woooow. I am so threatened and offended right now!" Stinger remarked in a sarcastic tone. "But seriously, dude. I'm not here for your insults or whatever. I'm simply here to do what was asked of me. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Stinger flew straight up into the air so that he could pick up enough speed the charge straight into Scourge. Scourge noticed the speed that Stinger actually had, and started to think about this a little bit. Maybe this would be a challenge. 

"Hmph! If ya wanna get me so bad then, COME AT ME!" Scourge roared as he was getting ready to put up a fight. 

Stinger than started to charge right towards Scourge at a very fast speed, and Scourge had readied himself for this attack. 

This could be a bloody battle.

Zeth usually spend his time spying on others and doing his assassination job, but somehow today was different. Instead, he just wanted to spend his time walking around. He decides to lean against a tree and enjoy the beautiful scenery. Putting his hands in his pockets of his shorts, he zones out and stares. Unaware to him, a person was plotting to sneak behind him, and assassinate him. 

It wasn't till the snap of a twig that Zeth finally came back to reality and looked behind him to see Scourge. Zeth flinched slightly. 

"Whatta think you're doing sneaking behind me like that?" His hand grabs onto his pouch attached onto his belt, prepared for anything.

Scourge growled. "I'm going to assassinate you!" He yells as he dashes towards Zeth.

Zeth quickly dodges out of the way, spitting to the side as he pulls out a knife he has hidden. "Hey, unfair! That's suppose to be my job!" He whined.

He ran forward, ready for battle. This was gonna be a long night, or maybe even his last night, he thought. 

Crouched down, hands idly brushing the tips of the grass below her feet, Techno was acting as nonchalant as she could. The figure sneaking up behind her was quiet, real quiet, but the now-human hellhound could easily tell his steps from the whispering of the breeze. Bursting to her full height in a whirlwind of motion, she cackled, whirling to face Zeth. A cruel smirk took over her features, lip curling upwards so that her teeth were revealed in her full glory. Canines jutted from her mouth, showing that she was far beyond the human form she masqueraded as.

When a blade appeared in the man's hands, Technicolour couldn't help but laugh once more. "That's gonna do nothin' to me, whelp," she snarled, leaning forward. Fire began to crackle atop her shoulders, flaring up and along her arms. A primal growl began to reverberate within her throat. Although the knife in Zeth's hand was an indication of his intentions, she could sense something else emanating from him - magic, maybe? Regardless, the fight was picked and she wasn't backing down. "You're gonna need more than a little knife to kill me!" Lurching forward, she curled her claws and let loose one last snarl, hardly bothering to hide her lust for battle.

The Irken scientist stands in fear,  quickly going into a four leg sprint to get away as fast as he can. Unfortunately, he isn't fast enough, and he turns around,  his antenna twitching. Maybe if he ran at top speed an hit her at just the right trajectory, it could kill her?

"Do it, you coward." Amenyx stood, tail swishing with interest, pondering whether this 'scientist' could pull off the task of killing them. They stood motionless, watching to see their 'hunters' next move.

"C'mon, I ain't got much to live for, nor do I have the time for this." This was all a game. To live. To die. It doesn't matter to Amenyx, and one could say that's the most dangerous opponent to face. Walking a slow pace towards their prey, eyes glistening for the thrill of the hunt, tail a blur now. 

"This is going to be fun"

A moment's hesitation as they outstretch their wings and hide in the darkness, accompanied only by the sound of wings flapping and their own childish laughter.

King was taking a shower, and that left Dandy alone in his bedroom, waiting outside the master bathroom door. Standard procedure. He waited patiently, attempting to be alert, but as the time went on he started to doze off somewhat. A slight noise snapped him out of this, and he stiffened, springing to awareness. It was only the slight sound of fabric brushing together, but it wasn't coming from the bathroom. Suddenly King and Dandy were no longer alone. 

The large alien looked around the room, scanning for anything that seemed out of place, not wanting to overreact and cause his boss unnecessary panic over something harmless like a pest or gust from the vents. He stepped away from the door cautiously and saw a glint of something, light reflecting off of a smooth, shiny surface. "Who's there?" he growled in a low voice, keeping his voice under the sound of the water in the other room. No reply.

He stepped closer, reaching out to grab the curtains of the window, and as he outstretched his arm he felt a sharp pain behind his shoulder blade. he was stabbed. Dandy reared back, and knocked his fist back almost accidentally into the assailant, sending them crashing to the ground. A blow that would have winded a normal person, but this person was made up of some sort of slime. He couldn't help but groan in disappointment. Dandy was about to call out for help when he realized that the would-be assassin was entirely focused on him, the bodyguard. They must have gotten him and his boss mixed up, likely due to unfamiliarity with them. Dandy bared his teeth at Amenyx , deciding to keep up the charade the best he could. Best case scenario- he subdues his gooey attacker. Worst? If he dies and they think he's King, that means that the real King will probably be safe. 

Control, at first sight of him, had quickly taken defensive measures.

Of course by defensive measures, he means to run away.

He dashes off, wondering if he's being chased.