"Altair, get your ass back here!" shouted Malik.
"Never!" he chirped, running away.
As they ran around Masyaf people began to stare. Soon everyone in Masyaf was either: confused, disturbed or amused. Malik hated Altair for having drawn so much attention towards them. Just when they got to the training grounds, Malik got close enough to tackle him,leaving them in a very VERY awkward position.
At the moment Malik didn't care.
"Damnit Altair, it's just a bath! If you're not going to take one at least-"
While Malik was giving Altair a piece of his mind, Altair managed to squirm free.
"I will NOT take as bath!" He yelled, taking off again.
Malik cursed, and continued chasing after Altair. When Malik got close enough again, he decided not to tackle him. Instead, he sighed. Slowing down.
"Alright, you don't have to take a bath!" Malik said, raising his hands in mock defeat.
Altair skidded to a stop. He eyed Malik warily, untrusting.
"Is that a promi-" he began.
Malik had just enough time to gracefully kick Altair into a nearby pond.
"Gah, can't swim..." Altair sputtered, while clumsily flailing his arms and legs in the murky water.
Malik couldn't do anything but laugh, while Altair drowned himself in a 10 inch deep pond. When Malik finally decided to save him, he had to dodge several punches to the face.
"You...could...have...killed me!" Yelled Altair, furious and dripping wet. Malik tried to stifle another round of laughter at the sight, not help in the least by the frog now perched upon Altair's soaked hood.
When he regained control over himself, Malik just smirked. "Well it's not my fault you insist on keeping your head underwater."
Altair gave him an angry glare, but stayed silent, fuming uselessly.
"Oh, and Altair?"
"What?"
Malik gave him an evil smile.
"You still have to take a bath."
And thus the chase began... again.
