Demons Of The League Of Assassins (A PJO and ARROW CROSSOVER)

Chapter 5 - V: Fighting with Style

1 The Percy-Way of training (a bunch of "psychotic murderers")

Nanda Parbat

He stood there in front of most of the League of Assassins in his own black gear and the black sunglasses, which he did not even take off in the night. Ra's next to him paid attention to the reaction of the crowd at what his protégé had to say.

"I was tasked to test your training and I decided to try a new training method: We play CTF, but instead of Capture The Flag, we play Capture the Fortress. I play against all of you. You win, if you are able to subdue me. I win, when I reach the temple. You have three hours to prepare your strategy. Chose it carefully, I am not a person to be easily taken down. When I'm ready I'll ignite a small fire, when you are ready, send a burning arrow into the air. Everything is permitted except killing and maiming, we start in approximately three hours. Good luck. "

The crowd of assassins dissipated until only Al 'iiesar and Ra's were left standing in the training room.
"You want to take on the entire League alone? A bold move."

"Enough to show them my capabilities and gain their respect. It should also help me to evaluate them and how they work."

"Then you shall better get ready."

"I will."

Al 'iiesar used the two hours to walk around in the yard before the fortress and to inspect the crags around it. As he still had one hour left he went to his room to get the rest of his weapons. Two dozen throwing knives, two guns, some explosives, two swords additional to Riptide one, another xiphos and the other his training katana, he let the long-xiphos stay in his room as well as his bow and arrow. He may be able to shoot straight now, but he still favoured a sword any given day. Al 'iiesar strapped the swords on his back, the guns on his ankles and the throwing knives all along his chest and forearms above the gold bands, cleaned his sunglasses and set out into the twilight of the dusk. He marched one and a half kilometre/nearly one mile out in front of the fortress, there he lightened the agreed signal: a fire with salt in it, so it burned green and blue. Then Al 'iiesar waited for the League to get into battle formation.

2 Awakening of the Magician

Infirmary, Nanda Parbat

He slowly gained his conscience back, he still felt dizzy as well as nauseous and he did not know where he was, something he had not experienced in a long time. If he just remembered what had happened, then he would probably know..., with this thought everything came back as fast as a punch in the gut and the same feeling. He had been on Lian Yu, Thea had stepped on a landmine and he traded places with her. Then Digger Harkness and Adrian Chase's goons had caught up to him. He had jumped over Harkness, triggered the landmine and used him as a shield. He had been grievously wounded, but still able to crawl to the shore. He had been floating for a short while in distance to the shore, when the explosion had happened, after that his mind was blank.

Now he felt good, the dizzy feeling came only from laying so long. And he could swear he could feel the carpal bones of his left hand. He slowly tried to sit up, alerting the priestess to his awakened state. She came over and helped him up. He asked her groaning, recognizing the familiar surroundings, "Why am I in Nanda Parbat?"

"Ra's found you after you were wounded and brought you back here."

"Who's Ra's now?", he questioned defeated.

"The one who's horseman you were."

Malcolm paled considerably.

"How's that possible", his scratchy voice was slowly getting smoother.

The priestess smiled mysteriously and her answer was in a not any less cryptic manner, "Al 'iiesar brought him back."

Malcolm frowned quizzically.

"The Hurricane'", he translated easily, "who is he and why do you call him that? I never heard of an assassin with this name."

"If you're good enough to walk to the window and watch, maybe you can see him fight. He asked me to notify him as soon as you are awake, but given he is otherwise engaged in training the League, I don't think he minds waiting until after the game."

"Since when has the League been playing games?"

"Since today. They play something called CTF. And he's taking on the entire League by himself. Maybe you can figure out why we call him Hurricane."

3 CTF (Capture The Fortress)

Outskirts of Nanda Parbat

Al 'iiesar sat by the signal fire waiting for the flaming arrows, so he could begin. After a little while, a fiery streak was sent into the air. He stood up taking three deep breaths, a small smile gracing his lips. He was ready.

He walked out of the space that was illuminated by the fire. Then he ran silently to the sheer-walled crag. There he started to climb it up. As he was halfway up, he went sideways. He was again halfway at the monastery like building when the assassins started to shoot burning arrows in the air trying to see him in the dark giving away their positions to him in doing so, however, they also successfully spotted him in the stone face.

Al 'iiesar, who could view them now perfectly from his point high in the high stone wall, too, made a split-second decision. He leapt in a backflip right into the middle of the assassin battle formation. While doing so he drew the swords on his back, so when he landed he instantly attacked the assassins around him. He knocked the first two out with the hilts of his swords. He sidestepped the next attack from behind through another backflip over his attacker using a roundhouse-kick to knock them and two others out. After that he did the diagonal triple twist, eliminating eight more of his opponents in one go. Because of that, they came all onto him. He fought viciously and every time he crossed blades with the assassins it would emit sparks, which created sparkling showers that lightened the night.

Then, after an especially brute attack on him, Al 'iiesar started to spin around his centre the blades on different heights. The katana was a tad bit higher than the xiphos both united being a whirlwind of terrible beauty. Al 'iiesar was spinning so fast the assassins could not come near him without the danger of being torn to shreds. He slowly made his way to the front entrance, all the while deflecting sword-attacks, arrows and some stray spears.

Before he got through the gate he sheathed his swords and started to use close quarter combat moves and his throwing knives. Only ever grazing the assassin or throwing the knives with such ferocity the assassins were knocked out with the hilt. With his agility surpassing most of the assassin's he was mostly not the one on the receiving end of the attacks.

Al 'iiesar ran through the hallways of Nanda Parbat. Most of the time he ran on the floor only when he needed to overcome an obstacle, in this case mostly an assassin, he avoided them by running on the wall or jumping over them in a salto, but evading them was harder than it sounded. So most times he had to fight them off, one on one. Al 'iiesar got nearly nicked a few times, but his spy training and Ra's taught him well. He had the right moves for handling this combats. The highest difficulty was the stair. There he had the tactical disadvantage of the lower position. He again had to draw his swords for defence. He was assaulted every step of the way up the stairs. He was attacked from every possible angle. And he had to jump quite a lot in order to dodge the tries to rush him off his feet.

He came as far as midway through the stairs when it happened. Due to the constant assault he was nearly overwhelmed, however, instead of being subdued he was pushed and fell down the fight of stairs. He had barely enough time to gather his bearings. Despite his slight dizziness, he was able to hit his opponents with the blunt side of his swords, managing to knock them out and buy himself some time to recover and plan. He carefully calculated the risks and decided to realise his plan. He took a run-up, jumped on the ornamented railing and walked it up instead of the stairs, all the while eluding every attack thrown in his way.

At the top of the stairs, he leapt over some of the assassins in a flying roundoff. Al 'iiesar barged through the doorway he knew lead to the temple room, where the last of his opponents waited for him while others from outside entered the room, readying themselves to fight.

Al 'iiesar smiled, "here goes nothing."