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A blade sliced through the air, slicing off a piece of Rain's sea blue hair as it flew by. He could see every detail of the knife, scarred and chipped, along with the blademaker's signature. An outlaw, just like in the bounties, froze, pistols poised in the rainy morning air. Rain had an ability to do that. Rain could freeze time. Rain could react just in time to combat the villain. Or was Rain the villain? He didn't know.
All Rain knew that was there was good money in doing this, so as Rain unfroze time, he did a crisp side flip in the air over the outlaw's head. Rail's blades were right above the outlaw's head. The outlaw had no time to react as one of Rain's blades sliced open a part of his neck. Blood, dark and red, froze in time as Rain stopped time once again.
Rain then stooped over the body, one dagger in his right hand, the other stuck in the outlaw's neck. He pulled the dagger out of the neck, realizing that daggers were few and good as this one. Besides, he could wash it off at the springs. So as Rail ran from the scene, he put both daggers in their holsters and scurried up the side of the hotel's wall.
Rain ran across the rooftops of the houses as the rain pounded and the horses' clip clop of hooves spread across the city. His father had named him Rain; he loved the rain and the ocean. And Rain worked best in the rain. He had almost gained notoriety level now as the Rain Knight. The townsfolk screamed the name when another murder took place.
Rain was usually hard to see as he dressed in blue and black, blending in with the rain and the night. He was almost impossible to spot without light. A killing of his could happen in less than 15 seconds, on a good day. It could be a simple blade to the heart and run. It also could be more dangerous. For example, he could run into a Templar and get killed, since Templars have access to more advanced weapons.
It didn't matter anyways, since assassins relied mostly on simple weapons such as knives and hidden blades. Rain hated to use guns. He thought of it as cheating, and it also was loud. Rain liked to be silent and deadly. He liked to hit and run. Maybe it was cowardice, but most likely was an instinct.
Rain also didn't tell anyone this, but he also was a magic user. It was forbidden to allow a magic user into the Brotherhood, but Rain had somehow snuck by. He did know that if he was caught using magic, he would be killed on the spot. Assassins have two enemies: Templars, and "magicians", as they were called.
All of this thought ceased as Rain reached one of the Brotherhood's many secret entrances. It was a simple mechanism allowing one person to pull on a fake torch, and about a quarter-mile away, a small tunnel would open. Now, this could be obvious to people, but the hole was filled with traps and dead ends that only assassins could navigate. It was called the "labyrinth", an underground maze under the city of N`eral.
N`eral was a giant city made up of several districts. They weren't numbered, but rather named after the dominant feature of the realm. The biggest was Flare district, the most dangerous, where fires could break out at any given time. The city was definitely odd, mostly because it sat on plates that moved on a schedule. They moved on every second week of every were called "shifts". The movement was all controlled by the governor-mayor, Sir Nero.
Sir Nero had been named after emperor Nero. He relied on ether energy to survive; everybody knew that. In fact, the entire city was powered by ether energy. It was gathered from other provinces' supply, that much Rain knew. No one else knew much else.
Rain entered the hole underground, pulling out his map of the area. Rain also lit a torch, considering that it was pitch black when the hole sealed. He navigated the area slowly but surely; for after all, he was a new assassin. He cringed as a spring-loaded spike sprung near his thigh, grazing it. These traps weren't set to kill; they were set to maim.
Rain finally reached one of the many hideouts underground. He knocked out the weekly code. A voice came through a slit in the door. "Who is it?" Rain knocked out his name. "Alright, buddy come on in."
Rain stepped in, being careful not to set anything on fire with his torch. A rough sign above said,"Hideout #25". Rain was lucky enough that the hideout was close enough to the dorms. Yes, Rail took schooling here. He wasn't yet a master assassin, but an assassin in training.
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