The Unfading: Second battle of the codex

Chapter 1: The beginning

478 B.C.

The sun had almost set. The orange glow of dusk illuminated the sky. Cloudless. The winds blowed the sand. The walls of a town made of grey stone blocks were visible. A metallic bar-gate covering the entrance. Held in place by two chains from above. A gust of wind rose as it travelled past the gate inside the town, blowing a poster away from a wooden board. It threw it by a puddle of water. Seemingly from a recent rain. There were a few words written on the poster under a picture.
"Name: Faik
Wanted condition: dead or alive
Reward: 10000A"
It was blown away by the wind produced, when someone jumped over the puddle. Followed by a few more people. A man in a brown long-coat was running away, being followed by some people. Seemingly a chase. His hair brown & a scar over his left eye. The people following him were seemingly grouped together. "You sure that's him?", a female asked the man running beside her. She had hazel eyes. Her face was covered by a mask. A hood over her head. Though a few orange strands of her hair were falling on her face. She was wearing a black long coat. The man beside her was also wearing a hood & a mask along with a dark green longcoat. "Hassan said he was sure. Faik slipped from his hands so many times, he must remember him", the man replied. "Guess it'll change today, we're all on it. Split up & go from above. Hassan & Aryan are behind us. They'll catch up soon", the woman said. "Got it", the man ran up a few wooden crates & got on top of a house. The man in the  brown long-coat slided down some carts & continued the sprint. The woman following him jumped above the cart. The Sun was down & the moon was rising. A shadow casted over her as she was twisting during her jump. Above her was a man in a grey long-coat & a matching hood. He was holding two chains in both hands. At the end of each chain was a short sword. Plunged into the houses on either side of the street. He moved from above her to infront of her. As soon as he landed onto the ground, he threw the shortswords above yet again. The plunged in the roof of a house & he pulled himself above with their support. Swinging, he went up. Higher than the house roof. He could see Faik running ahead of him, down in their street. He threw the other sword at the rooftop as it pierced the roof & stuck in there. He pulled himself down with their support. And like a catapult, the chained swords threw him towards Faik. He landed behind him, his feet barely missing Faik's head. He pulled back the chains & grabbed the swords continuing to chase after him. Two men jumped from over a house-top on the right side of the street. One from before, wearing a green long-coat & the other one was wearing a red coloured long-coat. Both twisted in mid-air as they threw several daggers towards the target. The female also threw daggers. Each of them hit him in the feet as he lost his balance. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a chain wrapped around his leg & pulled him back. In an instant, he was surrounded by the four people following him. Three had their daggers pointed in his face & the one who used chains, was pointing his shortsword at him. The wanted person, was caught. "Oh you've been giving me a lot of trouble lately", the one holding the short swords said. "I'm still curious about how he steals though", said the woman. "We are allowed to gather info, the poster said they wanted him dead or alive. Not necessarily alive", the man in the green long-coat said. "Nah, it's too much work to rip of a person's skin piece by piece, I'm not in the mood of doing that. If he tells us like a nice kid, I'll spare him", the man in the red long-coat commented. Faik who was on the ground turned out to be just a boy. In his mid 19's supposedly. He turned in shock towards him upon hearing the words 'ripping off the skin' . "Yeah, tie him up", the guy in the grey long-coat said.

The moon which was apparently 4-5 days old was visible from the place. The top of the wall. Wide enough to fit about 10 people in a row. All four of them were sitting. "Well turned out that kid was just extremely careful, nothing special", the woman in the black coat said. "Well, it's just as Alvia said. I was also hoping for some sneaky technique...", the guy in the green long-coat said. "You're always like this Zetta. Getting excited over small things", the guy in the red long-coat commented. "Shut up Aryan, I'm not like that", Zetta protested. "Oh yes you are", the guy in the grey long-coat commented. "Not you too.....c'mon Hassan, you know me since I was just a kid", Zetta said. "You still are a kid", Hassan replied. "That matter aside, how was your marriage?", Alvia asked removing her hood as her orange-gold hair waved faintly in the wind. Hassan took off his hood. His hair were quite long, black in colour. His eyes were a light grey in colour. "Yeah, it went well. The chief came to bless me with some gifts", he replied.