A Shield

"Quick before she blacks out again." Lison commanded, Sam didn't need to be told twice. He nodded and jumped out of the tree landing in a crouch. Quickly and smartly he slid the curved sword out from his sheat strapped to back, hidden underneath the cloak. Spies may not kill regularly but there had been occasions when the council of spies would come together and agree that one secret was too great, then they would send them. Sam and Lison were part of a special team of spies, trained to kill, they were there to destroy the secrets too great, too powerful that even Tran had to be afraid of them.
The spies tried not too get involved with the wars, they simply spied for whichever side hired them. Rarely did they get involved such as this, but Tran was afraid. Afraid of an inherited power that had been given to a girl much to young. They had no cause to be afraid of her parents, but this child was not ready, she herself had no idea what fear and trouble she caused Tran. Spies always hated to get involved in matters that were not theirs to get involved in. Sam paused before going to the girl, remembering the last time her picked up a good sized pebble in his hand and threw it hard. Inches before it hit the girl it exploded into fine little bits. Sam smiled in defeat.
"Too late," He informed Lison "At the rate of these black outs she might be dead soon anyway."
"Let's not get to cocky." Lison said shrewdly, "The warriors are waking."
"This is going to be such a pain!" Sam sighed sliding his sword back into it's sheath "Next time we'll probably end up fighting a body gaurd or something, this shield thing makes it ten times more annoying!" Lison jumped out of the tree to stand next to his younger comrade.
"There has to be a weakness," Lison said "There always is."
If you had blinked your eyes you would have missed the two spies as they made their escape.

Unconscious

There was something about this death that didn't seem right. Something strange, something peculiar. Was it the way she could still feel her hot breath on her hands, or the fog in her head like a veil making everything seem dizzy and far off. It was strange, this couldn't be death, Kyra thought, or could it? She was vaguely aware of noise, somewhere though she could not place it. Kyra simply seemed to get irritated at the noise, go away she wanted to tell it as she concentrated on the fog covering her brain. At last the fog began to clear, shapes danced in front of Kyra's eyes then the pain hit. It was terrible, excruciating. The pain was reminding her of a hurtful fact, she was still alive. Kyra had remembered wanting to fight once before, now she wished she was dead for the pain felt like too much.
It came from her side where she could feel something sticky, blood. Kyra groaned and with much strength and will power, fluttered her eyes open. She was lying on the ground. The dry dirt clotted and red with her blood. Strength left her and she felt the fog returning, no, a voice somewhere far in the back of her head thought, don't let it get you, fight! But Kyra didn't want to fight and she slowly rolled into unconsciousness once again.

The two spies sat in the tree. The one man, Lison, kept a careful on the warriors camp while the other whose name was simply Sam watched the girl. Finish her in one blow, they'd told them, as soon as she blacks out it's over. Sam hadn't truly known what that had meant until just recently. He stared down and his hands covered in blood and then he turned his gaze back toward the girl. Such power one little girl could possess! That wasn't the least of it, since her parents death she'd inherited that power, and so young! She was still clueless, though, which left them another chance. They would not fail, not like Sai, they were trained to kill and they wouldn't give up. One little girl would never get the best of them. He sighed, then the girl groaned. Sam nearly jumped.
"She's awake." He whispered.
"Good" Lison answered "Now finish her."