It had only been a week. Not even a week, less than since she had seen Will. Their dinner date had been terrifying and wonderful and she wanted to see him again. Though dinner had to end rather abruptly she was certain she would see the man again eventually. Why she was so distracted by the Hunter she did not have a clue. Shaking the image of his lips brushing hers away, the assassin draws her hood to cover her white braid. Crouching on the roof she had yet to find her target she had lost the night she had met Will and her master was growing rather irritated with her. She would have to provide him something soon or she would be in a world of pain.

Growling at the thought of her owner, she tilts her head back towards the moonlit sky, the end of her braid stark in the darkness. Taking a deep breath, she finally returns her gaze to the streets a familiar figure roaming the sidewalk. Arching her brows in surprise she has to study him for a few moments longer before she realizes it really was him. The sudden surge of excitement that bursts forth is almost annoying and she stifles it quickly. She should not be feeling anything for the hunter. Vhalla wasn't having any luck in her search anyways, perhaps she would follow William for a while to see what he was doing wandering the streets alone.

Didn't he know it was dangerous for a single, handsome, British male to be walking the streets alone?

Letting a quick smile tug up at the corner of her lips at her own joke she raises from her crouched position to wander towards the end of the rooftop. Letting her gaze drop briefly to scan for the fire escape she hears a commotion from below. Flashing her eyes back towards William's figure again she's shocked to find him on the ground with a man hovering over him. The glint of a blade catches the moonlight and a sudden icy calm spreads out to her entire body. Eyes narrowing in rage she launches herself over the edge of the roof landing nearly silent on the fire escape as she descends it quickly dropping to the pavement with a roll, producing both hunting daggers from her boots.

Stealthily, she rounds the alleyway just in time to see William lash out with his foot at his attacker, and then in turn, is brutally shoved against the wall, his head slamming against the cement. Several feet away the assassin could still hear the audible crack against the wall causing an internal flinch in the woman. What it produced was nothing but rage. Weighing her options with the Hunter pinning Will to the wall with a blade and Will's own hands cuffed beneath his back, she pauses for only a moment before she surges into action.

Exploding from her hiding place she launches herself in silence at the attacker, knocking the dagger away from William's throat with an elbow, she surges into the attacker as he stumbles away, caught off guard, the blade clattering uselessly to the ground. Driving one blade into the side of the attacker she fails to protect her face as she watches in almost slow motion as a fist crashes into the side of her face. Grunting she stumbles away from him, taking several feet backwards as she wrenches the knife free from his side, a wave of blood spilling to the ground. Her vision dances with stars momentarily before she can shake the pain away. She's almost surprised when the attacker moves forward again even though the wound she inflicted was deep and he would be dead by the end of the night.

Grinning sardonically at him, she lets the hunter come to her before swiftly side stepping him and running a blade across his throat. There's a grotesque gurgling noise and a thud of the body as blood splatters her face, soaking into her white hair. Glancing down at her braid she tsks softly, reaching down to wipe her bloody blades on the dead man before sliding them home. Turning on a heel she wanders back to William who's slouched against the ground his hands still cuffed behind him.

Noting the alarming pool of blood around him she prowls towards him, reaching out to touch his face a cocky smile spreading across her features, "I have to admit, you do look rather enticing in those handcuffs," she purrs at him, "The things I could do to you," she laughs quietly as she drops into a crouch before him producing a pick lock from her body and turning him gently around. Searching his back for the wound she's know that's there, it doesn't take her long to see the gash in the tear through his shirt. Though it wasn't life threatening she knew that if it wasn't taken care of properly and soon infection would set in.

Working on the cuffs quickly she hears the tell-tale click of the cuffs releasing one by one. Letting the metal, warmed by his hands, drop to the ground she doesn't give him much room as she returns to the front of him, grasping his face in her blood covered fingers as she inspects the wound on the back of the head, "I'm surprised you're still awake right now considering I could hear him bash your skull in from a mile away," she comments seriously before letting her tone turn playful, "For someone who's been on the run for well over a century, you're awfully bad at it. I can't believe they didn't catch you earlier," she laughs lightly releasing his face satisfied with the inspection.

"The council is not going to be happy," she nods towards the quickly cooling body behind her. "We need to get you bandaged up." Quickly changing the subject she knew she needed to make Will a priority; she would let the council deal with their dead hunter.