If and WHEN I can get my story file from my friend, I'll be uploading chapters 3 and 4 of Blood Is Freedom Stained.

But here is the assassin mentioned in I think Chapter 4. Maybe Chapter 3.

Commonly called ''Cy'' By Sol, who is the only one who gets away with it, he is named Maximillion Cyx. Cyx is a rather strange assassin. First off, he only uses dull blades for training, and lesser jobs. They cut as fine as regular blades, which is rather surprising, considering that some assassins in the world of Mira find trouble even wielding a weapon, much less killing. Not all assassins are good...

Cyx' first admission into his clan, the Blood Claws, wasn't so much selective as it was random. Cyx walked into the clan gathering hall, and stood there. The Blood Claws, knowing their own rather well, saw him, and one of their elites came up to kill him. The elite, who's name was Varshuv, didn't expect much from the cat. Cyx stands around 4' 3" tall. Small, but powerful, thgis cat grabbed his curved dagger and pointed it at the elite assassin. "You wouldn't want to do that, you fucker."

Varshuv simply laughed before steeling his gaze, and lunging, his twin scimitars thrusting forward. Cyx kicked one of Varshuv's wrists, deflecting the other blade, setting the blade tightly against Vashuv's throat "I warned you..." Cyx said with no emotion. The last thing Varshuv saw was another blade swiping towards his eyes. Then they were out, the sockets gushing blood around the floor and on Cyx. The cat took his dull blade and cut the reptile's throat open. Those who saw it noted how effortless the stroke had been that had left their companion bleeding on the floor and twitching so horribly. Cyx smiled, and stood there, confident. Several of the newer recruits into the clan stood up, growling and grumbling. One of the head clan members raised his hand and the initiates froze. He looked over to Cyx. "What is your name, you little fool?"

Cyx dropped the smile, staring at the elder assassin.
"My name is Cyx."