The Broken Dove (An Assassin's Creed Fanfic)

Ch. 2: Bickering Assassins

“How dare you say such a thing like that to me?! How could you even think that let alone say it out loud and to my face?”

“I do not like to assume things that may or may not be true, novice, especially about people I do not know. However, judging by how defensive you are becoming on the subject makes me wonder if my assumptions are true.”

“Your judgment of character is off, Malik! And refrain from referring to me as a novice! Just because I am new to the Brotherhood does not make me a weakling! I have told you that numerous times!”

“As an Assassin, you can be considered weak, and based on how recently you have come to joining us, it makes you a novice. Also, the training you have received from the Templars may very much be different in comparison to ours.”

“If you would stop demeaning me and treating me as though I cannot handle it, you will see just how capable I really am in a fight!”

Sighing as the argument finally came to my ears, I quickly walked down the trail toward the growing voices of Malik and Alexandra. They were growing louder and louder as I approached the location, and I knew Alexandra was becoming more and more agitated with Malik judging by her voice. What exactly he said, though, was unknown to me; I had arrived too late to find out just what he said. I would not know that much until I asked either one of them. Reaching to the bottom of the hill, I looked over to find the two in question standing near the training ring. Alexandra was poised in a manner that showed she was going to leap at him, attacking him relentlessly until he either took back what he said or, worse than that, die. Unfortunately, according the Altaïr, Malik was never one to back down from speaking his mind. The former Dai spoke his mind quite often, caring less about whether or not someone did not want to hear it. This just so happened to be the case with Alexandra. She was upset by what he had said to her, and was possibly considering the different ways she could silence him for good. That was the one reason why I had come here when I did.

Walking a little quicker to prevent anything serious from occurring, I approached the two, keeping a calm demeanor very similar to Malik.

“What is going on here?” I called them. Within seconds, they both looked at me; Malik continued to keep his calm demeanor, while Alexandra still held a death glare in her brown colored eyes. However, they softened only slightly as she looked at me. “Ada came rushing inside to tell Altaïr and I that you two were arguing again.”

The glare returned in Alexandra's eyes as she looked back at Malik, her now longer, dark colored hair (which was pulled into a braid now) returning to its hanging position on her back.

“I apologize if I had worried Ada with my…outbursts, Cynthia,” she said through gritted teeth, “but this…insensitive man continues to call me a stubborn and weak novice, claiming that I cannot handle the training the Assassins have gone through!”

Malik looked back at her and said, “I am not saying you cannot handle the training, Alexandra. What I am saying is that you are acting as stubborn as a child, wanting to push off your training to a later date. Until you feel ready to work with us. That is not how training works.”

“Instead of pushing the training on me as roughly as you are, Malik,” she scolded him, “maybe I would not act in such a manner and listen to you for once!”

“I cannot simply wait until you decide when you wish to train on your own.” His brows furrowed in frustration. “What would happen if the Templars arrived and attacked Masyaf? Would you be prepared to face them in the condition you are in?”

“Of course I would!” She retorted. “I used to side with them and train alongside them! You speak as if I have never held a sword in my life!”