Maybe Just a Tiny Stroke of Luck
Peering through his scope again, he aimed at the door hinges and tapped lightly on the trigger. The doors fell from their supports, flattening several unfortunate souls. Sighing, he ran through the doors and found himself in a field, with several trees littered everywhere.
Leaning on a tree for support, the same question which troubled him popped up in his mind once more. "Who am I?" he asked himself as he punched the trunk. As though it was an answer, he felt a searing pain in his knuckles. Cursing once more, he walked towards a nearby sand path and followed it. The sun was blazing down upon his shoulders and his arm… Wait, his arm?
Looking down at his left sleeve, he realized that it had caught fire. Suddenly, he felt as though his right arm had frozen. Turning around, he saw a Geffenese in modern clothes holding a staff in his right hand. In his left hand, there was a ball of fire, hovering.
Wizards had been treated as outcasts of the society since, well, the beginning of time, for the assassin. Although they were not exiled, they were discriminated against, and many were killed. Most feared their overwhelming power.
Flinging the fireball in his left hand at the assassin, the assassin found himself on fire. Rolling on the ground frantically, the fire died out. Sneering, the wizard pointed his staff at the assassin.
Ice walls erupted around the assassin as he was rained by fireballs. He jumped over the walls and made a mad dash for the wizard, brandishing his daggers menacingly. The wizard laughed as more ice walls were erected around the assassin, trapping him in an icy tomb.
Drawing both of his blood stained daggers, he plunged them into the ice. Immediately, two beams of light, one white and the other dark emerged from the daggers and the ice broke apart. He looked at his daggers. They were as clean as they were when he got them, and the Fortune Sword and the Grim Tooth glowed a white and dark light respectively.
Smiling, he charged towards the open-mouthed wizard. The wizard pointed his staff at the assassin. Fireballs flew towards the assassin who just raised his Fortune Sword and the fireballs disintegrated.
The assassin was about to plunge the other dagger into the wizard when he heard someone shouting to him "freeze!"…
A/N: Well, how was it? I know that my chapters are a little short, but anyway, are they good or not? Review me please! I need the motivation to keep me writing… Anyway, please rate my fanfiction on a 1-10 scale, with 10 being very good and 1 being lousy. Thanks for the reviews, especially from Red Knight!