Myron was in the basilica along with Tiberius, Marius, and many of the other politicians and court members as they discussed the politics and court of law, more specifically a matter of the scout that had been captured in their cliffsides.
The godslayer wouldn't admit it, but she hated this part of her profession as overseer with a fiery passion. Constantly whilst in the basilica she could hear the screams from the colosseum just across the way with perfect clarity, especially for her ears. It made her heart ache, though she hated the politics and would much rather be in battle, what would come next wasn't exactly what she was asking for, or expecting.
With a perch of her scarlet head, Myron would perk her ears to the sound she just heard. A blaster shot far down the basilicas halls. She stood from her chair, not paying much attention anyways, and slammed her hand on the great table. Causing an echo throughout the large, beautifully architectured room.
Then, as if it was just in time the door slammed open, in the silence the only thing to be heard was the many heads turning to see the red robed man, clad with a golden tipped mask and a rapier at his side. Myron watched him closely, his walk was slow, precise, he looked almost too relaxed. She chuckled to herself. Which caused some heads to turn her way, it may of even surprised the assassin.
Clad in a shining golden cuirass, white robe, and helm; the godslayer gripped the long table and thrust it up, throwing it over so the assassin wouldn't get the chance at a first shot. With the table flipped Myron then dug her foot into the marble floors and jolted up, jumping over the turned table and landing behind the golden assassin, her shield up and greatsword drawn.
"However you got into Reim, I can promise you won't be getting out." She spoke with a grin underneath the helm, licking her lips and growling at [member="Malik"] .
