Altair was comfortably tucked in soft blankets that night. The gentle moonlight passed through the linen curtains of his window and illuminated his sleeping face. Any nightmares or demons did not trouble him. His was a peaceful, restful sleep, complete with fresh clothes, a soft bed, fluffy pillows and a warm blanket. Everything was perfect; even the whole of Prontera was in a hush.
Or so it is.
Deep violet eyes snapped open, the eyeballs white in the darkness of the room. Altair was wide awake, his hearing sharp as a needle. There was somebody or something in his room. Light footsteps against the wooden floorboards confirmed an Assassin. Altair was sure Sibyl would never frighten him like this. It was an Assassin aiming to kill him.
The footfalls stopped. Altair carefully slid his hand under his pillow, where a dagger was hidden. His hands tightened on the handle. His heart was hammering wildly in his chest.
The Assassin licked his lips before bringing down his katar into Altairs body.
"What the?" he said when the lights suddenly came to life.
"TAKE THIS, BUTTHEAD!"
Shocked, the Assassin turned and met Altairs spin kick full in the face. He bounced back, winded. Altair screamed and fed him a powerful right-hook punch, followed by a knee into his stomach. Blood spurted from the Assassins mouth.
Altair was fast. He'd pick up the katar and fitted it over his right hand. Now he had the advantage. The Assassin eyed the weapon in his hand.
"You can't use a katar, boy." The intruder said in a rusty voice.
"It's only for Assassins like me."
"Oh yeah?" Altair scowled. "Watch and learn, bozo!"
Altair performed several thrusts, each delivered like the wind. The Assassin received deep cuts all around his body before Altair finished him off with an uppercut. The damned intruder was out cold with five missing teeth.
Altair nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard a loud noise from Theodorics room.
"Oh, bugger, they've got Theodoric too!" he said frantically and dashed outside to help his friend.
"THEODORIC!" he screamed as he banged on the door. "THEODORIC OPEN UP!"
The door creaked and Theodoric came out, wearing nothing but his pants. He had two unconscious Assassins held up by their necks. The Knight yawned deeply and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair like nothing happened.
"Whassamatter?" he asked sleepily.
"Bugger, I thought" said Altair.
Theodoric dropped the Assassins on the floor with a loud thud as if they were nothing but a bunch of bin bags waiting for the garbage trucks. "Nah, do you think this guys can even scratch me?"
A door opened and Signy emerged from her room, still in her nightgown. She brought out two more Assassins, each with an arrow in their foreheads.
"Impressive." Theodoric said with a smile.
"Headshot, huh?"
"I was sleeping and one of them tried to see my panties." Signy said savagely, eyeing the corpses with the utmost loathing. "That'll be the last thing they did on earth. What a bunch of cowards, they cant even fight you in broad daylight."
"Bugger, lets see the others!" Altair said hysterically.
"There'll be no need for that." Sibyl said as she joined them. "I gave mine a well-deserved gut punch and Grimtooth. I think they've learned their lessons well to never sneak upon a fellow Lurker."
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War of Emperium
أدب الهواةThey said he was crazy, but I never believed them. He was sane as you and me. He was, though, accused of a crime that he never admitted although evidences were strictly against him. Disclaimer: not mine
