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Of Cookies and Arrows

A rogue silently made his way through the markets of Morroc, carefully looking at the many shops that littered the hot streets of Morroc. After hours of searching, the rogue quietly stepped into a windy alley way behind a restaurant. A newspaper blew right into his face. Picking it up he noticed the headlines

"Monsters Strike Again..."

"Crap," the rogue exclaimed as he looked at a picture of a small town outside of Morroc on fire. "I think our little hell hole here is gonna be next."

He quickly ran out of the alley, newspaper still in hand and made his way to a nearby inn. His head quickly searching the inn for someone, until he spotted him in a dark corner, an assasin's eyes quietly looking back at him. He made his way to the assasin and handed the paper to him, while taking a seat himself in the deserted table. The assasin quickly read the papers, his face expressionless.

"I take it, you know Morroc will probably be next," he growled at the rogue, as they both stood up, getting ready to leave.

All the sudden, a large boom followed by an earthquake, told them that their suspecions have been right.

Quickly making their way out of the inn they ran out the opposite way the screaming citizens of Morroc. Making their way through the sides of the Morrocan Palace, they overheard a knight telling another knight that Morroc was being invaded, while the other knight chuckled a bit. "I heard that it was just Mukas wanting to take over the city."

"The idiots," the assasin hissed, as they passed by the knights, running towards the northern gates, where many warriors were running, all wanting to see what was causing all the commotion.

"Why are you hissing at me Roddy," laughed the rogue as they neared the tall gate, only to find it closed and locked with many men trying to keep it that way and a large crowd gathering up to see what was happening.

"Because your like them Jeran, too care-free," Roddy said while stopping and looking around to see if there was any other way out into the city's defensive wall. "Perhaps, you should be more useful and see if you can find a way out of his mess"

"Hmm," Jeran pondered as he looked around for any form of resources of getting out of the city. He looked around, Nothing but people and empty houses, he thought. Then it clicked. "Ready to jump?" he Jeran as he pointed to the tall roofs of the now deserted houses that neared the wall.

They quickly made their way through the fearful crowd to a small alleyway, between two large houses. They easily made it to the top by jumping wall to wall until they made it on top of the roof and easily jumped onto the battlements of the wall, only to find many wizards and hunters already up here throwing what they got at the (suprisingly) large group of heading towards them.

"So what do we have here?" asked Jeran, more to himself than anyone else, as he used his unique eyes to scout the place, only to excite himself as he scouted a large group of screaming cactii heading from the further parts of the desert to assist they're fellow monsters into the destruction of the humans. "Hmm, Mukas aren't aggresive, aren't they?"

"Not really," said a female hunteress beside him. "Wonder why they're here," her voice had a small touch of fear and wonder as they neared them.

"Havn't you heard!" Jeran asked jokingly. "They're after our precious Ice Cream Man who lives on Dairy Lane!"

"Dairy Lane?"

"Yes Dairy Lane!"

They both broke into laughter. They would have laughed harder, but the Mukas seem to have picked up speed and headed (more like hopped) to Morroc faster. The huntress quickly commanded her falcon to attack the screaming cactii.

"Do you mind covering us?" asked Jeran with a hopeful look as he watched her falcon fly back, only after slicing the front row of the Mukas.

"Us? What do you mean us? asked the huntress as she quickly volleyed arrows at the nearing Mukas, knocking out a large sum of the cactii and then quickly turned to see who else this stranger was reffering to.

Jeran took a step back, only to reveal the serious assasin, to the huntress. "I mean this stiff little twit and myself."

"Uhh sure i guess," she replied with a confused look on her face. He was still looking fowards, face all concentrated. She wonder how to get his attention, My, my he sure has a nice body

"You heard the girl Roddy, let's go," exclaimed the excited rogue as he and the assasin quickly jumped off the tall wall and into the fray.

Jeran rushed towards the screaming Mukas, his dagger in hand. As he neared them many of them closed their screaming mouthes, only to expand their green bodies and fire sharp needles at him.

"Damn, they finally shut up, only to throw thorns at us," Jeran shouted as he skillfully jumped to dodge the flying needles that punctured the sand that a few seconds ago, Jeran was.

"Yeah they remind me of a special someone," replied Roddy as he quickly sliced through the cactii with his deadly katars easily.

"Can that special someone be me?" asked Jeran with a tone of sarcasm. "Just because I can throw sharp stuff at them too?"

"Not really," Roddy replied as he twirled around, arms extended, forming a slicing tornado, as a large group of Mukas that were surrounding him, quickly fell into pieces onto the burning sand of the desert. "More like your annoying like them and you have a big mouth, only difference is that if I sliced you in half, i'd probably be executed myself."

Jeran laughed when he had heard this last statement, he would have laughed more, but another large group of Mukas were filling in the spots where many of their kin was quickly chopped by the assasin and he knew the assasin would eventually tire out of spinning around killing them all.

Roddy quick spun again, killing many of the Mukas, breathing hard he tried looking around for an exit, perhaps a retreat of some sort, but he knew easily from living most of his life here in the desert, all you can see for miles is sand, an occaisional oasis, yes, but there wasn't any around here. He also noticed that Jeran had disappeared from where he was previously battling, and all of the Mukas that he was fighting off, were now heading for him. All the sudden a falcon had swooped around Roddy, the speed of the falcon was amazing, it had sliced so many of the Mukas into bits that would make an assasin look like a novice. After that, the falcon had headed back to Morroc. With the time he still had, until the next wave of Mukas appeared, he quickly turned his head and followed the falcon's path, seeing that it was the huntress' falcon, he took off his katar on his right hand and gave her a thumbs up.

The next wave of Mukas was a lot smaller than the rest of the waves, Roddy had taken this to be the last wave. He had placed his katar on his hand again, and was ready to take them on, but he hadn't really need too, because when they were only a few meters away a blinding light strong enough that he had to cover his eyes with his arm soon filled the area. Once the light died down, he turned to now silent area that was now filled with now black cactii, scattered around in a circle and a pleased Jeran in the middle of this now ashened scene in front of him.

"Hehe, got them good didn't I," Jeran said very pleased with himself.

"I still don't know how you do stuff like that Jeran, but glad I don't have to go against it," Roddy said, motioning him to follow him back into the city of Morroc. "By the way, how do you move around without them noticing you, one minute your beside me, the next your not, even I couldn't see you."

"That's the secret of the Rogues," he said proudly, as he headed back into Morroc with Roddy beside him.

When they returned to the desert city, celebration was all about. Many men were thanking the archers and the mages for all the help they had done to take care of the monsters, though when Jeran and Roddy walked into Morroc clearly argueing who had killed more monsters, another boom was heard, they turned around looking at the open doors of the Northern Gate, only to find the noise was coming from inside the gates not outside. All the people were rushing towards them, wanting to thank them for their help. Within minutes they were surrounded by people, all asking how it was in the front lines taking on a hundred Mukas. Many people tried giving them money and gifts for taking care of the problem, Roddy had declined every offer while Jeran couldn't help himself and took it all.

"You know, you should treat yourself," said Jeran through mouthfulls of cookies that someone had given him for a treat. They walked through the now, nightfallen city of Morroc. "They are really thankful, and its not like its everyday we make money for saving a city."

"Yeah from what though, if people did take those Mukas seriously and not like those knights back there and actually helped us, we would've finished the Mukas in less than half the time we took alone," Roddy replied with a look of disgust as Jeran choked on a cookie.

"Yeah well we weren't the only ones fighting, all those archers and mages were there too," said Jeran as he pounded on his chest trying to get rid of the extra bits of cookie inside of his windpipe. "Oh by the way theres that pretty one up ahead."

Roddy had now looked at an angry huntress up ahead, who was trying to deal with a stubborn merchant. He wondered what got her so mad, but after moving closer they heard what she was screaming about.

"9z FOR A FIRE ARROW, I CAN BUY IT AT A THIRD PRICE IN ALBERTA," yelled the huntress.

"WELL THEN GO TO ALBERTA," yelled the merchant, equally as angry, if not more.

That had silenced the huntress. She carefully pondered, and then with an exasperated sigh, she slowly walked away.

Jeran and Roddy had both gone up to the still flustered merchant. Jeran looked around what the merchant had, while Roddy kept an eye on a the huntress.

"Err kind sir, how much are the arrows?" asked Jeran, pretending he didn't know the price.

Still a bit red in the face, the merchant had told them he's selling them for 9z and that he wasn't going any lower, but Jeran prooved otherwise.

"Oh I love being a rogue," said Jeran as he held a bundle of arrows in a bag. "Merchants are always scared of you." He laughed at this.

Roddy lead the way as they looked for the huntress. It wasn't hard until they saw her sitting in an outdoor patio, outside a restaurant. She turned quickly when two shadows appeared behind her.