The Assassin's Creed

Untitled Part 2

Felicity hurried back to her chambers frustrated and upset. She had proven herself to the League over the course of her training so she did not understand why Maseo had felt it necessary to send someone to keep an eye on her. Particularly him! She threw her balaclava on the bed and decided she needed to go do some training to work out her frustration. Grabbing her sword, she headed to the training room. She would practice her sword and maybe some knife throws, which were her specialty and hopefully it would tire her enough to sleep. Felicity walked into the room and looked around the room and decided to start with her knife throwing. They had dummies set up at the far end of the room and Felicity headed there and set up her stance. She balanced her blade in her hand and set up her throw. Pulling back her arm she let the blade fly watching with satisfaction as it hit right between the eyes. She walked over and yanked the blade out and returned to her spot. She threw her blade and retrieved it several times as her arm warmed up. It was a good release for her and soon she found herself starting to relax.

Oliver entered the training room ready to get in a workout. His eyes scanned the room, seeing the new recruits that were scattered about when one woman with blonde hair caught his eye. He watched with fascination as she threw the blade in her hand, hitting her target dead center between the eyes. He was impressed. Even some of the men that he had trained against could not hit their target with that accuracy. He slowly walked toward her as she retrieved her blade and she rolled her eyes when she saw him approach.

She turned back to her target and lined up her throw again. "Did you need something?" She flawlessly threw her blade and turned to him as it hit its target.

Oliver quirked his eyebrow at her question, and grinned at her annoyance. "You have a target in mind when you throw that thing?"

"Yes, he is about 6'1, with blue eyes and an annoying habit of being where he is not wanted", she said tightly.

"Oh but see, I am wanted Akilah", he smiled. Felicity looked at him with annoyance as she tried not to respond to his smile. It was beautiful. She figured the League must have chosen him for his affect on women, because he could make even the most disciplined female assassin lose focus. She narrowed her eyes and sized him up.

"Ok, Al-Sah-Him. Did you bring your sword?" Oliver saw her eyes float over him, and he grinned wickedly.

"I never travel without it." He smirked and Felicity stepped closer.

"Well then grab it and follow me.", she said, her voice low. She picked up her sword from the nearby bench and led him to the sword ring. Oliver walked over to where he had placed his sword against the wall. So, she wanted to sword fight with him, this should be interesting.

He walked slowly onto the mat and sized her up. Felicity felt her skin flush at his gaze but kept her eyes on him. They circled each other, swords kept down at their sides and she grinned at him."That is a big sword. You know how to use that thing?"

Oliver gave her a look of surprise and smirked, "Why don't you move closer and find out?"

Felicity eyed him and lifted her sword and soon the clang of metal could be heard as their swords met. She was surprisingly quick and Oliver had to adjust his stance to accommodate her size and not hurt her. But she was good. He thrust his sword toward her chest and she caught it with her own, bringing them within inches of each other. She licked her lips and his eyes flickered down and she took advantage of his brief loss of concentration, by moving around and behind him and trying to catch his shoulder. But he recovered quickly and moved his sword back and over, his strength causing her to stumble backwards. Oliver stalked forward and swung at her sword trying to knock it from her hands and the strength with which he hit her blade caused her hand to reverberate on the handle. She almost lost her grip. Oliver could see the fire and excitement in her eyes and he took a step back meeting her gaze with his own.