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.