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KILLUA
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There were major differences between that of a murderer and that of an assassin. A lesson that Killua was quick to learn when he was just a kitten, as the thought of being called a murderer would piss any sort of an assassin off. Assassin's were far better than what a murderer could be. The major differences Killua was able to realize while he was in the field during a mission at the time. He watched as an animal went down an alley, and there was someone in said alley that was waiting for them. He had been perched up on a building nearby because his target was supposed to come up to the top of the building to watch the stars like they usually did on most occasions. He after all had to study the whereabouts of his targets here and there so that he wouldn't make any sort of obvious mistakes either. Either way, he watched as the animal that went into the alley screamed out in pain and called for help. What some groups didn't seem to realize how easy it was to actually end up killing someone. One flick of the wrist was really all it took in the right area and someone would be dead on the ground. The murderer seemed to take his time, Killua didn't bother to help the victim as he felt nothing watching its death. He instead watched as humans came to investigate whatever the hell was going on only to see that the murderer was ripping apart another animal. Humans often thought of that as a threat to the rest of them and was certainly not going to have any of it. Ultimately, the animal got itself caught and was most likely put down because they made themselves too obvious. Murderers were amateurs when it came to assassins. Their skill immediately rivaled that of a mass murderer to the point that Killua would laugh at a murderers face. Murderers were usually self trained, meaning that they had to rely on experience to go up against an opponent. They didn't really bother to cover up their mess as well and only did it because they were able to enjoy the high that they got when they took the life of others. Killua had once been like that, but now he was entirely different when it came to killing animals in the first place. Assassin's were more dangerous and powerful than a regular mass murderer could ever be. The reason? They usually kept on the down low. A generation could go years without even hearing the name of an assassin spoken, or even the organization that they worked for. If someone wanted to hire an assassin, it meant that they were going to spend top dollar to make sure that the job got done. With mass murderers, there were chances for a mistake. They could be tortured for information or drugged to be able to give out information. Even if they refused for a small amount, there were powers that could be used against them in a weakened state. It wasn't exactly rocket science either. Assassin's left no traces behind that could be traced back to who they were. They weren't even on the record so if someone tried to find them by name it would be extremely difficult to do anything of the sort.
So, what did that mean he thought of the clans that were nothing but trying to kill others for their own amusement? They thought of themselves as being high and mighty all the time. That cockiness usually would be punished by death but most clans were too soft to even think about killing someone for their wrongdoings. Killua thought of anti-clans and warbound clans as being full of complete idiots that were capable of doing nothing but sloppy kills. It actually took skill to kill someone with minimal blood spilling out onto the ground. Or leaving paw prints behind so that they could be followed. The neck was the easiest portion of the body to target when someone wasn't expecting it. By being stealthier than someone that ran straight ahead to try an attack an opponent, they made their job more difficult. It seemed they had forgotten the basics of hunting something, whether it was larger or just something that they would eat later on. Stealth was the ultimate fighting tactic that few animals were capable of going against without the proper powers. But this doesn't mean that assassins are weak in close to close combat. Killua uses his small size and speed to easily take advantage over others that are much larger than he is. Attacking sensitive areas that most animals wouldn't even think to target, and coming up with strategies in the middle of a fight at the same time. The assassin had been trained to deal with every sort of scenario. The only creature that was remotely close to making him frightened was someone that was trained like him and belonged to the same bloodline. Fighting against his brother, whether it was him or someone else, was a complete death sentence that no one could get around. Killua also had the advantage that he was just an apprentice. Which was somewhat hard to tell considering the size of his species already, unless other animals knew how old he should be at a certain age for that matter. What could a child possibly do? Considering how lethal he was to the groups, most would think that they would try and keep him far away as possible. But they didn't take something into consideration. He was an amazing liar.
What kind of assassin would he be if he wasn't aware of his surroundings? Killua was somewhat lucky for the body that he was currently residing in at the moment. Serval's were an interesting species, their massive ears on their head having extremely acute hearing to the point that he would be able to hear something moving underground. They were the second fast land animals underneath the cheetah and had speed on his side without using his powers to make him faster than he ever should. He knew that he was being tailed. Having been tailed by those that were trying to kill him several times before, he had experience in that regard. He wasn't an idiot despite his age. He had more experience than most mass murderers and those that loved violence could ever have in a short amount of time. Sure he wasn't completely healed when it came to his scars, but he was more than capable of taking on those that were cocky toward him. It was actually hilarious to always watch the faces of those that thought they had an upper hand when they realized that they were probably going to be killed. Killua didn't always have mercy compared to those that he went around with. He could easily slaughter those right now that got on his nerves too much, thanks to his current mental state, which wasn't all that strong. It was only a matter of time before the creature that had been watching him made their appearance. Killua obviously wasn't really here to start any sort of trouble, and he wasn't here being an assassin. He was here as a curious kid to see what the clans were like. Was that some sort of crime? He didn't care as long as he got some form of entertainment to keep himself busy in the meantime. Killua finally angled his ears toward the voice that was coming from above him. The wildcat didn't seem to react other than his ears as he didn't really care about the person that was talking above him. He was more interested in those that were above him. It did, however, sound like this guy was going to be a killjoy like the rest of them, causing pressure to build in Killua's chest as he kept his urges down to a minimum. His body language remained completely relaxed, showing that he wasn't really a threat. But his body was ready to react at a moments notice if he had to take someone out. "Why is there always that one guy that has to ruin the fun for everyone."Killua stated with an annoyed huff. Not even bothering to look up toward Beck, as a means of disrespect. Something that he did often when it came to dealing with the Snowbound as well. He flicked his short tail as he put his chocolate down on the branch that he was on. Opening his jaws, Killua let out a low yawn, smacking his lips before answering the others rant that didn't mean anything to the young assassin. "Trespassing? I think you may think too highly of yourself there. I'm not on your land. I'm well behind the border if you look down at your own territory. But since you guys are new you might not be able to figure out where your group stands. So no, I'm not trespassing and so they have no reason to try and kill me. I'd much rather have a nice chat with them than you that's for sure." Killua spoke in a nonchalant tone. This was how all of the personalities he met with the clans that were all about war previous when he was deputy too. So he was going to guess that this was one of those types of clans. That was a pity, he was just starting to have some fun for once. Reaching into his box again, he would grab another piece of chocolate sticking it into his mouth, chewing it slowly. He could catch the other's stare, but he wasn't going to give the other the benefit of the doubt by looking back. He knew how to deal with these kinds of personality. "Who says that you are the one that gets to force me to do something? You got no authority here in loner lands. The only way I found this place was asking a rogue if there were any groups that lived around here." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Killua wasn't about to state his name. That would give everyone a red flag. If any of them was capable of speaking Japanese, they would literally be able to define his name as being "Killer". "Maybe you should take some chocolate. It'll get that rock that's shoved way up your ass." Killua couldn't help but let himself put on a smirk, but yet he still didn't look back. His ears were angled in the others direction, in case he really did want to start a fight. Which if he did, he would certainly mock him the entire time. Killua always believed himself to be stronger than groups like this. Did they even the have the means to take someone like him on? Probably not, he was a Zoldyck after all.
So, what did that mean he thought of the clans that were nothing but trying to kill others for their own amusement? They thought of themselves as being high and mighty all the time. That cockiness usually would be punished by death but most clans were too soft to even think about killing someone for their wrongdoings. Killua thought of anti-clans and warbound clans as being full of complete idiots that were capable of doing nothing but sloppy kills. It actually took skill to kill someone with minimal blood spilling out onto the ground. Or leaving paw prints behind so that they could be followed. The neck was the easiest portion of the body to target when someone wasn't expecting it. By being stealthier than someone that ran straight ahead to try an attack an opponent, they made their job more difficult. It seemed they had forgotten the basics of hunting something, whether it was larger or just something that they would eat later on. Stealth was the ultimate fighting tactic that few animals were capable of going against without the proper powers. But this doesn't mean that assassins are weak in close to close combat. Killua uses his small size and speed to easily take advantage over others that are much larger than he is. Attacking sensitive areas that most animals wouldn't even think to target, and coming up with strategies in the middle of a fight at the same time. The assassin had been trained to deal with every sort of scenario. The only creature that was remotely close to making him frightened was someone that was trained like him and belonged to the same bloodline. Fighting against his brother, whether it was him or someone else, was a complete death sentence that no one could get around. Killua also had the advantage that he was just an apprentice. Which was somewhat hard to tell considering the size of his species already, unless other animals knew how old he should be at a certain age for that matter. What could a child possibly do? Considering how lethal he was to the groups, most would think that they would try and keep him far away as possible. But they didn't take something into consideration. He was an amazing liar.
What kind of assassin would he be if he wasn't aware of his surroundings? Killua was somewhat lucky for the body that he was currently residing in at the moment. Serval's were an interesting species, their massive ears on their head having extremely acute hearing to the point that he would be able to hear something moving underground. They were the second fast land animals underneath the cheetah and had speed on his side without using his powers to make him faster than he ever should. He knew that he was being tailed. Having been tailed by those that were trying to kill him several times before, he had experience in that regard. He wasn't an idiot despite his age. He had more experience than most mass murderers and those that loved violence could ever have in a short amount of time. Sure he wasn't completely healed when it came to his scars, but he was more than capable of taking on those that were cocky toward him. It was actually hilarious to always watch the faces of those that thought they had an upper hand when they realized that they were probably going to be killed. Killua didn't always have mercy compared to those that he went around with. He could easily slaughter those right now that got on his nerves too much, thanks to his current mental state, which wasn't all that strong. It was only a matter of time before the creature that had been watching him made their appearance. Killua obviously wasn't really here to start any sort of trouble, and he wasn't here being an assassin. He was here as a curious kid to see what the clans were like. Was that some sort of crime? He didn't care as long as he got some form of entertainment to keep himself busy in the meantime. Killua finally angled his ears toward the voice that was coming from above him. The wildcat didn't seem to react other than his ears as he didn't really care about the person that was talking above him. He was more interested in those that were above him. It did, however, sound like this guy was going to be a killjoy like the rest of them, causing pressure to build in Killua's chest as he kept his urges down to a minimum. His body language remained completely relaxed, showing that he wasn't really a threat. But his body was ready to react at a moments notice if he had to take someone out. "Why is there always that one guy that has to ruin the fun for everyone."Killua stated with an annoyed huff. Not even bothering to look up toward Beck, as a means of disrespect. Something that he did often when it came to dealing with the Snowbound as well. He flicked his short tail as he put his chocolate down on the branch that he was on. Opening his jaws, Killua let out a low yawn, smacking his lips before answering the others rant that didn't mean anything to the young assassin. "Trespassing? I think you may think too highly of yourself there. I'm not on your land. I'm well behind the border if you look down at your own territory. But since you guys are new you might not be able to figure out where your group stands. So no, I'm not trespassing and so they have no reason to try and kill me. I'd much rather have a nice chat with them than you that's for sure." Killua spoke in a nonchalant tone. This was how all of the personalities he met with the clans that were all about war previous when he was deputy too. So he was going to guess that this was one of those types of clans. That was a pity, he was just starting to have some fun for once. Reaching into his box again, he would grab another piece of chocolate sticking it into his mouth, chewing it slowly. He could catch the other's stare, but he wasn't going to give the other the benefit of the doubt by looking back. He knew how to deal with these kinds of personality. "Who says that you are the one that gets to force me to do something? You got no authority here in loner lands. The only way I found this place was asking a rogue if there were any groups that lived around here." Killua stated with a shrug of his shoulders. Killua wasn't about to state his name. That would give everyone a red flag. If any of them was capable of speaking Japanese, they would literally be able to define his name as being "Killer". "Maybe you should take some chocolate. It'll get that rock that's shoved way up your ass." Killua couldn't help but let himself put on a smirk, but yet he still didn't look back. His ears were angled in the others direction, in case he really did want to start a fight. Which if he did, he would certainly mock him the entire time. Killua always believed himself to be stronger than groups like this. Did they even the have the means to take someone like him on? Probably not, he was a Zoldyck after all.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO