A Legend Time Forgot

Chapter 3

Replacing his mask, he quietly opened the door a crack. Not a sound came from the room, but he could feel eyes on him. Keeping his eyes trained on the floor, he watched closely for a shadow.

"There," a faint shift next to the bathroom door caught his eye. Whoever it was was planning to ambush him when he stepped out. He glanced at the dresser and just as he expected, his knapsack was gone.

"Whoever they are, they're not an idiot and they seem to know what they're doing. It's exactly what I would've done; he cut me off from the only thing that might have the possibility of containing a weapon. Very clever."

He smirked under his mask, "Still, I think they'll be surprised with what they find."

Anyone watching would be able to see just from looking in his eyes that he felt totally in his element. His eyes sparkled with a sense of adventure, ready to take on anything. In that sense, he was very immature for someone with a self proclaimed old spirit; a young personality to match his young exterior. In other words, he relished a good fight.

Now, he walked out of the bathroom and ducked at the exact moment his assailant swung his fist. Anbay rolled and stood so that he was now facing him.

"Don't you know that it's rude to attack someone without properly facing them?"

The other man narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you the arrogant one, someday that personality is going to get you into trouble. You're small fry, nothing but talk."

Anbay glanced the man over, he was dressed from head to toe in black and was a few inches taller than him with the body of wrestler.

"Hmm... Maybe to you I am... or not."

Beyond irritated, the man charged him swinging his fists blindly. Anbay easily dodged.

"You know, you really shouldn't let those feelings get in the way of your technique; it makes you sloppy and easy to read."

Anbay leaned forward and grabbed his knapsack before thumping the man's forehead which sent him flying into the wall. The man grumbled and stood like it was nothing, Anbay raised an eyebrow.

"Wow look at you! You're the first person to ever withstand that attack, congratulations! However," Anbay's eyes darkened, "It's time to get down to business."

As the man charged him again, he punched him squarely in the stomach with an extreme amount of force. The man flew into the wall again, this time nearly breaking it down.

He coughed, a small amount of blood coming out in the process. Anbay pulled his sword out of his knapsack and walked slowly up to the man.

"You won't die, fortunately for you I held back, but I can kill you and I will if you don't cooperate." He held the sword against the man's neck.

"Who do you work for and why did you come here?"

"Fatin, he's the owner of this inn and luckily for you, you've passed."

Anbay furrowed his brows in confusion, "Passed?"

"Yes," the man attempted to stand but Anbay pushed the sword closer to his neck. The man sighed, "If you hadn't, you would've been killed. Now that you have, Fatin would like to meet you."

Everything in Anbay's body was telling him to turn the man down and kill him right there, but he knew that if he did that he'd never find out what was going on in this village. It was the perfect opportunity.