Altair raced Malik across the rooftops, the tails of his uniform flowing behind him. Malik was ages behind him, slower than the younger assassin. Altair came to an eagles landing, a thin piece of wood extended out over the edge of a tall building. He leaped towards the side of the building and climbed as fast as he could. When he made it to the top. He crawled out on the ledge and stared over. A pile of hay in a wagon sat at the bottom, precisely where he would land. He stood up and looked back at Malik, who shook his head at Altair.
"Don't do it!" he made out of Malik's moving lips. He smiled and stepped closer yet to the edge.
"This, is a leap of faith." He mouthed to Malik, who is response covered his eyes.
The sixteen year old assassin threw himself off the edge with grace, his arms behind him and form straight. He curled in on himself at the last second, diving into the hay pile. With a noise he didn't know he could make, he rolled out of the hay pile gripping his calf. Malik jumped from the roof of a lower building and ran to Altair's side.
The younger assassin tried not to cry in front of his friend, but failed. He stared at Malik, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall.
"Stupid! I told you not to jump! It may be called a leap of faith, but seriously! Be reasonable!" Malik scolded as Altair bit almost through his lip.
"Let me see it." Malik moved Altair's hand gently off of his calf. It was slightly bent out of place, obviously broken. Malik shook his head, grateful for the practice he was given as a medic.
"I'll need to set it back into place. First though, I need to find something to splint it with. Malik got up and ran to find something. He came back a few moment later with two pieces of wood and some thin rope. Altair let the tears fall, biting his lip and rocking back and forth slowly. Malik knelt down next to Altair.
"You may want to bite down on something. Other than your lip." Malik advised, positioning himself at Altair's feet. Altair bit down on the brace on his arm, the thick material stifling his whimpers.
"On three." Malik warned.
"One..."
Altair whimpered, closing his eyes.
"Two," Malik placed his hand above the break.
"Three!"
SNAP!
Altair screamed into the fabric, grasping at the ground. Malik braced Altair's leg with the materials and moved to his side.
He gathered the younger assassin in his arms, rocking back and forth.
"It's over Altair, your fine." he whispered, consoling Altair.
"Owwwwwww." Altair whined hugging Malik back.
Malik stood up, offering a hand to Altair, who shakily and with much difficulty, managed to stand up only suing one leg. Malik, who was the taller and heavier built one, looked at Altair, who was standing on one leg, gripping Malik's shirt sleeve, trying not to fall over. Altair was lanky, short and weaker than Malik. Malik shook his head and bent over to pick Altair up. The younger protested as Malik held him bridal style, being careful of his leg.
"Malik, put me down! I can walk myself!" Altair complained.
"No can do novice." He smiled, beginning to walk back to the assassins headquarters.