An Assassin's Heart

Chapter • 3

"Yeah,anyways, lets do this. You ready?" I laughed, standing in the gym on top of one of those blue mats. "Come at me."

"This isn't going to end well..." He grumbled, sliding the brass knuckles on while I pulled out a long, slender, copper knife. He walked over and stood a few feet away, getting into a poor stance.

"Fist off, move your feet one more step apart, lower your body, and bend your knees. Plus, keep one hand in front of your face at all times, but don't take your eyes off of the enemy." I ordered, and he mimicked my stance. I nodded, and he simply sighed.

"Now what?"

"Make your move, you spork." I laughed, shaking my head at him slightly. He lunged, striking the air next to my head. I moved instinctively as I spun, dodging the next advance, and ending up behind him with my blade hovering in front of his throat. "Too slow."

"What the f-" He jumped, freezing once he realized there was a knife pressed against his neck. I released him, and he let out a shaky sigh.

"Your attack speed is too slow, and you're awful when it comes to dodging. So, hand to hand combat really doesn't suit you. Next up is the axe." I thought aloud, and Gen clicked his tongue, clearly already tired of training.

"I'll go get one..." He yawned, walking into the arsenal and swapping his brass knuckles out for a large black axe.

"Alright. Come at me when you're ready." I chirped, bouncing from one foot to the other.

"You're enjoying this way too much, Mads." He muttered, getting into a decent stance. Then, he swung the axe towards me. I stepped back, and he swung again, but this time lower,which was a rather smart move. I jumped up, and then landed on the shining ebony bladed part of the weapon, slamming it against the mat, before stomping on the handle and disarming him. He just looked down at the axe, scowling.

"Too large of a weapon. Too slow. Your attacks would be limited and too predictable." I stepped off of the discarded weapon, and he quickly replaced it with a long, slender sword.

"Ready?" He asked, getting into a stance identical to mine. I nodded, and he swung. The blade grazed my cheek, and I felt a small trail of blood run down my face. Then, I advanced.

As he went to strike again, I dodged and lunged directly afterwards, taking advantage of the opening. I was standing directly in front of him, blade against his neck, with his arm resting on my shoulder. He looked down at me with a tired expression.

"When attacking you leave yourself open. And, again, you're just awful at dodging." I commented, taking a step back and withdrawing my knife. Then, out of nowhere, he lunged at me. His leg went behind mine, and my knees buckled. I fell on my ass in front of him, and his sword was pointed at my neck.

"You let your guard down." He mocked, smirking. "I'll go get the staff."

"You little shit..." I hissed, standing and wiping the blood from my face with the back of my hand. He came back a moment later holding the wooden staff, that same smirk splattered across his face.

"Ready?" He asked, getting into a perfect stance once again. He really is a quick learner.

"Fuck you. Come at me bro." I gave him a crooked smile, and his smirk faltered momentarily. He cocked his head and pointed the end of the staff at me.

"You come at me." He smiled, grabbing the staff with both hands. "I've advanced first every time."

"I never advance first." I huffed, slouching slightly while I gripped the handle of my knife tighter. Then, he advanced anyways.