HeartBreaker

"Quee.. Quee .." crickets added their sounds to the dark night. Three shadowy figures crept along the rooftops, moving steathily towards their target. They reached their destination and stared down into the courtyard where a lone master scout is training with his dagger.

Quietly, the trio moved in unison, fitting a steel bolt into their Elite Silver Crossbows.
"Heartbreaker," whispered the leader. With a nod, they took careful aim. Their skill is perfect. The bolts streaked through the air with hardly a whisper and penetrated the scout's armor.

"Assasins!" He tried to shout, but his throat was thick. He managed to throw his dagger at the assasins before his limbs grew too heavy. But it was too late. Against the flurry of bolts that came next, he could do no more than stare in defiance at his killers.

"Shadow Dawn" The leader ordered. The trio unleashed over 50 bolts at the hapless master scout. Invincible in battle, the master scout was knocked back across the yard. He was dead before he touched the ground. Satisfied that the incident had gone smoothy with no witnesses, the trio withdrew into the shadows of the night again...