二 The Archer 二
"Wrong. The Resistance has only just begun."
Before the guard could turn to face the building, an arrow pierced through his chest leaving him speechless as groans of pain erupted from this throat. His legs gave out making him fall to his knees. The other just stood there, staring up to the figure on the building who was covered in their own brought down their bow before standing from their crouches position. Placing the quiver on their back as they prepared to get back down to the street.
Whist waiting for his saviour, the bald man pulled the arrow out of the guard back before dragging him all the way into the alley, the time he'd come out of the dead end, he'd dusted himself off and replaced his hood. Then, there was a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see a familiar figure with a similar hooded cloak. They nodded to each other before heading off down the street in total silence.
Finally, they arrived at their destination, a dilapidated bar. The archer looked over both shoulders to make sure the coast was clear before nodding to the other who then knocked on the door thrice. A panel of the door slipped across revealing two slanted eyes before a low voice demanded, "How free do we want to be?" The Archer lifted up their arm, revealing the tattoo of an Eagle on their wrist. "As free as an eagle." The Archer replied with a feminine voice. The eyes on the other side instantly lightened before the door opened, revealing a bright area.
As soon as the door was shut behind the guests, a large sigh of relief came from the archer as the cloak was taken off and thrown on the bar letting long, messy brown hair flow. The woman's moss green eyes scanned the room to see nothing out of the ordinary other than, the other cloaked man on his knee in front of her with his head bowed.
"Boss, forgive me! I nearly got caught!" He whimpered. Although his head is shaved, his face was youthful with a tanned complexion and chocolate coloured eyes. Moss green eyes shone in amusement before she patted the other on the shoulder and replying, "Hey, you got the job done right? And your alive! That's all that matters. Plus, I never leave a rookie alone on their first job. What do you think I want? People to hate the resistance?" She laughed before leaving a hint of seriousness in her voice, "Come on Matteo, lets get a drink yeah?"
Matteo nodded before heading over to the bar and ordering whilst the woman, took the quiver from the belt around her waist and turning to one of the men on the other side of the bar, "The secondary bow is in position. Is Kentaurusu still in the back? Don't want him getting jealous now!" She laughed, leaning on her elbow. The two people shared a brief chat before the woman was called, "Taiyo! Beer!" With that she smiled, heading over to Matteo, "You coming to meet the others?" He asked as he handed her the chilled drink.
"Of course! Wanna see my men now don't I?" She laughed before taking a swig of her drink. The two walked to the back of the room, laughing and joking around about anything until they got to the door. Tanned hands opened the door to reveal many burly men on the other side, sitting at circular tables and sitting on small stalls. It was loud and busy until one man's eyes landed on the two standing in the door way. "HEY! Taiyo! Matteo! Welcome back!" The man yelled merrily before the others turned to see before loud cheers echoed across the rooms. Questions were thrown around the room like, "How'd it go?" "Did the rookie need saving?" "She saved your ass didn't she!?" "Did you get the SOB?" Until Taiyo raised her hand to silence the crowd,
"Lets just say, The Eagle has taken off!"