Assassin Omega

For The Dunedain! (And various other Middle Earth communities)

Honestly, if the author goes for the fall-in-love-with-the-bad-boy cliche, I would smack them upside the head, but I'm pretty confident it'll be fine.

Remember, I have a sword. And I can use it.

So Kari found a teacher, and we all asked for directions, and the teacher pointed Kari one way, so she waved goodbye and walked off to her new classes, but pointed Forest and I (moar good grammar ^w^) in the other direction, so I awkwardly chatted with her as we walked in the opposite direction to Kari. 

"I feel a bit nervous letting Kari go alone by that." I told Forest, who shrugged. 

"Honestly, if she gets into trouble she'll knock her opponents out with superb bookworm insults and even better grammar." Forest said, and to be truthful I agreed. Kari was perfectly capable.

So we found our class, and we were in the same class, an English class! 

(Okay, I know this sounds cliche, but we were becoming good friends, and anyway it's not like we went on the bus together or anything like that.)

"Hello class!" the teacher said, and we all quieted down to hear her. "I am Miss Orchid, and I will be your English teacher for today! Now, as this is the first week of school, and you're all just settling in, I want you to write whatever style or writing you're best at to give me an idea of where you're at."

The class cheered, and the lesson began.

At recess, the teacher let us go, and I slung my bag over one shoulder and joined the throng of people attempting to squeeze through the jam-packed door. (No, the door was NOT ACTUALLY PACKED WITH LITERAL JAM!!! Geeeeez.) After I managed to get out, I looked around, and Forest popped up next to me.  

"Hi!-" she said, but before she could say anything else something slammed into me and trapped me up against a wall. I looked into the incredibly ugly face of Jaxxon Diaz.

Oh, crap. 

He panted in my face. Ew, boy germs and stinky breath. "You fool! how dare you attempt to trip up the mighty Jaxxon Diaz!!" he yelled. "Jaxxon Diaz will make you regret it then make you his!!"

"You're the one pinning me against a wall and talking stupidly in third-person..." I pointed out, while considering how to kick him in the groin. "Also, I'm my own person, thank you very much."

"You will suffer for trying to trip me up!" Jaxxon repeated, attempting to sound grand, but barely managing 'pompous brat'. 

He was gathering an amused crowd. I could probably take down Jaxxon, but I wasn't sure who's side the crowd was on. Oh, well. Time to make some sassy comebacks.

"I. Did. Not. Trip. You. Up." I growled. "You. Ran. In. To. Me. Did you understand me? Or do I need to repeat myself?"

It wasn't that good, but I earned a few titters.

Jaxxon, the Jock to end all other Jocks, pulled back his fist and attempted to hit me. I ducked, and his fist smacked into the wall. He pulled back, shaking his hand, but his other arm still held me in check against the wall.

Suddenly, a war cry rang out. "FORRRR THE DUNEDAIIIIIIIIIIN!"

A grey-green robed shape slammed into Jaxxom with a force more powerful than Mordor and Isengard combined, then, as Jaxxon was sent into the floor, stood over him with one foot on his chest, and more interestingly, a bow drawn and the arrow pointed at his shocked face.

Another jock/jerk rushed up to try and remove the ranger standing over Jaxxon, obviously too stupid to notice the drawn bow, but a second person yelled "IN THE NAME OF THE MARK!" and a quarterstaff spun around, taking down the second foe. The person wielding it, clothed in a dark grey veil that hid their face, looked around, and Jaxxon's third crony attempted to push through the crowd to get to his master and his attackers. My turn.

"FIGHT, IN THE NAME OF LOTHLÓRIEN!" I yelled, kicking Jock 3 in the nuts.

Mysterious Allies 1 and 2 high-fived, saluted me, and ran down the corridor. Probably to hide their weapons. I'm PRETTY sure weapons are not part of the school uniform.

So it's not just me who's hiding a second life. There's a ranger and a rider of Rohan out there, too.

Interesting...