Copper urns filled with sticky black incense burned slowly filling the chamber with a sickly sweet smell, the burnt residue coating the white marble columns and sculpts of Ancient Drukhari Warriors. Lounging upon the soft red velvet of the large oak framed bed the Archon intently watched the muse dancing before him. Her pale flesh was coated with the fresh slicked blood of innocents recently slaughtered in the fighting pits of Commoragh. The enchantress wore a soft black leather mask covering her face, the bright blue eyes shone like polished gem stone burning with hidden emotion. She danced around the chamber in perfect rhythm to the lilted music coming from the slaves. Her hands snaked back and forth like serpents hiding her masked face. The Archon smiled and slowly clapped his gloved hands. Her skin shone under the glistening blood drenching her muscled limbs. "Look upon me." she whispered above the din of music.
Frowning the Archon began to rise up in anger. "Do not speak again." She clapped her bloody hands mocking him. Her body then shimmered taking on a new form. Hard muscles rippled under the tight black body glove. M’Shen drew the saber from the ivory carved sheath resting upon her tiny waist. The fractal edged razor sharp blade struck out with blindly speed cutting at the very real-space, freezing Warp energies split through the void coating the immediate area with hoar frost. She lunged at the Archon knocking the heavy bed aside. He rolled away as she pressed the assault driving the blade at his face. The tip punctured a limb serrating it from the joint. Blood spurted from the fresh wound coating the wall.
The slaves has fled at the first sign of violence. The Assassin and Archon both stood still for a brief moment taking in the abject silence surrounding them. M’Shen lifted her mask revealing a beautiful young face wreathed in curled locks of golden blonde hair then she struck the killing blow splitting the Archon in twain with one stroke. His body split in half one side falling upon the bed, the other half toppling upon the stone cobbled floor.
Quickly she dragged the two halves over into a dark corner of the chamber pouring a vial of black acid over the dead body. Each side dissolved as the acid deconstructed the flesh and bone at the molecular level. The stench was absorbed by the sickly incense.