[ WP ] How 'bout some practice at writing action sequences ? Two combatants fight using their surroundings .

Hunting down former colleagues is never a pleasant task. Kody knew that perfectly well, and so he accepted the job with some mixed feelings. A former assassin turned empire agent could be hard to kill, but he knew the man had to go. 
 
 He took a carriage to the city where his new target lived, and tried to blend in. Getting noticed too early on can mean the difference between success and faliure. 
 
 At last, when the sun had sunken below the horizon, but there was still enough light outside to get around easily, he snuck into the house through a second floor window. Propping the window open was an easy task, but he made sone noise, which sent a chilling sensation down his spine. 
 
 He carefully scanned the interior, looking for possible ways of escape for when he'd succeeded. He noticed some missing tiles on the roof, making a hole just big enough that he can fit. 
 
 In front of him was a wooden railing, an inner balcony looking down to the first floor. There he was. His target was sleeping soundly, bwnt over the table, candles burning down dangerously close to his hood. Why did he have a hood on? Kody wondered. He could n't keep thinking though, as he heard two guards enter the room, casually strolling through it, looking around, pretending to be listening to whatever was going on. 
 
 Kody looked around. To the left was one guard, his back to the target, to the right, the other one looking directly at one of the candles in the table. 
 
 He acted fast. He snuck down the stairs to the right, hid behind a sofa to see if any of the guards have moved, then silently took out the first one by slicing his throat from behind, slowly allowing the body to slide to the floor. 
 
 The other guard heard a noise, but did n't have enough time to turn, or make a sound before his throat was cut as well. In the last moments of his life, he saw the blurred image of a dark, hooded figure looming over him. 
 
 Kody looked down at the guard, and wondered if he'd ever abticipated simething like this would happen. As he was wondering about that, he noticed something was off. The room had an awful lot of candlelight all of a sudden. He looked to wards the table, only to see in devoid of the target. 
 
 A fragment of a second had not passed, and he sensed something behind him. He ducked and rolled under the table to emerg on the other side. The target had noticed him, and swung a rather nasty looking sword at him, which was now stuck in a wooden pillar that held up the roof. Kody jumped over the table, and kicked the target in the chest, sending him flying, landing on his back. The hood slid off of the target, revealing a freckled face, long red hair, and a pair of bkue eyes that looked way too familiar. 
 
 `` Emma?'' he asked 
 
 `` What is it, Johnson boy?'' the woman asked in turn `` scared to see me?'' 
 
 Memories flashed before Kody eyes, mostly of the countless training sessions that he'd lost against this very girl. He got so caught up in the moment that he did n't notice in time the chair that was thrown at him with such force that it shatter upon impact, and knocked him off of his feet. 
 
 He quickly rolled to the side, just in time to avoid being struck through the chest with the same nasty looking sword. He kicked at the blade, and it shattered into a million pieces, its tip still stuck in the floor, now just as sharp backwards as it was forwards. 
 
 He took a hit to the chest, destabilizing for a moment, but he quickly answered by cutting the arm of his long lost colleague. Emma screamed as her blood drippled to the floor, her left hand now too weak to function. 
 
 He kicked her in the stomack and tackeld her. She in turn almost took out his eyes with the still burning candle from the table. He bit down on it and felt the terrible taste of wax in his mouth. He spat it at the girl, and tried to strike her down with his dagger, but she held out a piece of the broken chair. The blade penetrated the wood almost entirely, the force vringing it close to her face. She twisted the dagger out of his hand by the wood, and threw it far into the room. With a well-placed hit, she knocked him off of her, and kicked him in the face. His head hit the wall hard, comoletely disorienting him. She retrieved the dagger from the chair leg, and was about to turn around when she felt the table break in half on her back, sending her to the ground. Her hair was pulled as she was lifted up by it, only to recieve a hard hit to the sromach. She spat blood at him, but he did n't react. He took his dagger back, and disabled her other arm as well. He threw her to the ground, and sat down on a chair to catch his breath. 
 
 `` you know what?'' he asked `` I always knew you'd turn on us. It was just there in you'' 
 
 `` you'll pay for this'' she mumbled 
 
 `` oh, no'' he answered, choking back laughter `` I'm getting paid for this'' 
 
 She lunged at him with a piece of the table, but he'd anticipated the move. He kicked the piece of wood out of her hand, and stood up from the chair. He felt a splinter in his right thigh, but kept moving. He grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her against the pillar. She thrashed and tried to kick him multiple times, but her battle was lost. He placed his dagger carefully against he throat, and pushed it through. He heard as the blade went through her spine, killing her instantly. 
 
 He threw the limp body to the floor, and etched a short message he was asked to leave on the scene into the pillar: `` betrayal wo n't be forgiven'', and added his family banner to it, so everyone would know a Johnson did it. 
 
 He limped out through the front door, and ran off into the forest, splatters of his and Emma's blood dripping from his clothes.
