Snarklings Brave the Snarkometer, #44
The trick was to kill them before their mouths moved. A problem this time.
Azeril slipped through the shadows behind the tiny house, peering around the corner again. One, two, three, *four* wizards. A smile witched across his lips as he pressed against the wall. No guards tonight. They were wising up.
A little girl sat on the ground, moonlight casting shadows across her face. Tears dripped from her cheeks onto the limp cat clutched in her arms. Blood stained her clothes. Her hands.
Az's heart sank.
Two of the wizards stood over her, as if she posed any threat to them. They shot frequent glances over their shoulders, knowing where the real danger would come from. The others had two women up against the front of the house. The mother and an older sister, Az guessed. The
sister looked familiar. Almost. It didn't matter.
"Charged with resisting the orders of the Crown, defying your queen. Keeping that *thing*." The wizard's nose wrinkled, and he cast a quick look at the dead cat.
"You're lucky it was only a false alarm." The other wizard leered at them, his voice smooth, like oil poured out his mouth instead of words. "We might be... *persuaded* to forget about this."
Azeril reached for the obsidian blade at his waist. The knife burned in his hand. The feeling spread through his arm and into his head, the fever blurring his vision. He'd get the close ones, then hope he had time to take out the other two.
"Just make it quick this time," one of them snarled. "This is business."
this isn't my genre, but I like it!
tension, forward movement in the narrative, no backstory to bog you down...
I'd read on for sure!