3. Enemies Awoken
Jaffar counted about ten of them; big, burly lance wielders wearing a collage of armour obviously stolen from people they killed. It did a lot to give them all a frightening appearance.
Jaffar was far from frightened, he had never to this day been frightened, and besides, how do you frighten death himself. Jaffar shook his head at that notion, that was the old him, he was now a more controlled man; he was a man who talked and questioned first, and attack only if someone moved to attack him.
Jaffar stood up straight and relaxed, but made no move to put his weapons away (even the new him was always going to be armed and ready). Jaffar realised that these men were most likely henchmen of some kind and would probably attack him no matter what he said, so Jaffar decided he would kill these men – he shuddered at the brutally logical decision – then find their employer or leader.
Jaffar noticed that their ranks had grown a bit and a few more ruffians were coming out of hiding spaces. It was too late to back out he told himself and assumed his battle ready position; that being the position in which he had already killed three of their numbers. Jaffar chuckled to himself.
Legault and Matthew came close to passing each other, but instead Legault went down a street to his left which Matthew went past half a minute later.
Unlike Legault, Matthew had no real destination, he came past a street that would take him to a house full of women that he might soothe his sorrows, but alas Matthew was aware enough of his surroundings to know that he had a female companion, who, from what he knew of her, would be slightly insulted if Matthew did such a thing.
At that thought Matthew stopped his aimless walking and doubled back to walk beside Alexia. Seeing the confused look in her eyes – not so unlike his own confused look he displayed a few minutes ago – Matthew put an arm around her shoulders.
It seemed that at that moment she snapped back into reality, she followed the length of Matthew's arm to look him in the eyes.
He smiled at her but she didn't return the expression. Instead she stared hard at him. "What do you want?" she sighed, for Alexia, in her years, 'knew' that and arm around her shoulders meant the man doing it wanted to have his way with her – she nearly broke into tears then knowing how many men hadn't even put an arm around her shoulder first.
"Umm… to exchange words with another human being" Matthew stated, using sarcasm to cover-up how taken aback he was.
"Is that all?" Alexia spat at him, which made Matthew take his arm off her and step back to lean on a nearby wall whilst displaying a puzzled look.
"I'm not sure I am following you Alex, I assure you I have no hidden agenda or…" Matthew stopped mid-sentence, catching on to the problem at hand. "How many?" Matthew asked simply, this time leaving Alexia with the puzzled look.
"How many," he repeated "have hurt you that you can't even realise true concern?" Alexia's shocked look told him all he needed to know.
Moving slowly towards her, he grabbed her hand and said "I think it's time I showed you the justice you deserve". He led her down some long and winding roads, finally stopping to let her see the building that he brought her too. "Alex, this is a prison".
Another ruffian came in from the right side of Jaffar, swinging his lance as though it were a halberd, but Jaffar chopped away at the lance as the man came in until he was holding only a short stick of wood. The man improvised and threw that stick at Jaffar, but Jaffar was too quick, he slapped the stick away and roundhouse kicked the man, sending him spinning to the floor, far from conscious.
Two spears came flying over the large group of men moving in towards Jaffar. Jaffar cut-off the pointy ends of both spears by rolling his swords back in and flicking the blades out with his wrists. This set him up so as the group of men ran in at him, he stabbed straight out instantly killing two of the ruffians, all the others reacted by launching their lances in at him, but Jaffar jumped out and over to the left side of them. Then he ran along the outside of the semi-circle of ruffians with his blades extended, leaving them all lying in their own blood.
He then ran over to the two men left that didn't have any weapons because, alas, they had thrown them at Jaffar in the earlier group attack.
Jaffar was equally co-ordinated with both his hands, so, when he threw his Killing Edges out at them, his left blade went through the neck of the ruffian on the right and his right blade – which flew over in an arc – cut off the right leg of the ruffian on his left.
After retrieving both Killing Edges he walked over to the man who had his leg cut off. He pressed his blade against the other leg of the man and told him to call to his leader or whoever was in charge.
A few seconds later Jaffar got his wish and he set himself in a position that would best suit him in the coming scenario; the position where as soon as someone came on top of the roof with him, they would be as good as dead.
Legault came out of the meeting with the man very happy. The man had told him that his two son's would be at the nearby brothel, which the man said that he owned, and Legault asked as payment, to be able to use the building's services free of charge.
So Legault made his way quickly to the building, holding in his hand a signed card that was his payment for the assassination.
He went inside and showed the card and was swiftly moved along to another room with only two other occupants, both of them being quite caught up in their own activities to notice Legault's arrival.
Legault motioned for three of the women against the wall and they came over. Telling himself to remember the point of him being here he quickly thought of a way to be pleasured and keep and eye on his targets. He ordered the two girls he thought the prettiest and told them to have sex in front of him, and he didn't really order them other one (as it wasn't common for men to so instruct whores), instead he grabbed her head and brought it down to his crouch and pulled down his pants.
It was hard to focus in that position but he managed to hold himself together. He watched as one of the boys (who he was surprised to see was only about ten) made the girl he was with bend down, and clutched her breasts as he moved himself in and out of the girls open arse. The other boy who was a fair bit older, and seemed to be even more extravagant then Legault's own choosing of women. Around him he had three naked women masturbating themselves and making loud groaning noises (which Legault found quite appealing) while he was fellatioed by another girl.
Legault noticed that the two guards stationed at the room's entrance had been led away by some of the girls – Legault knew who had made that order – and so Legault took it as his chance to get the job done.
Grabbing the head of the girl who was busy working his loins, he threw her to the side and he walked straight past the two girls he ordered to have sex, straight up to the ten-or-so year old boy. Legault took out his slender scimitar. He took a moment to look over it has he had done so many times since he had stolen it off Lyn, who had in fact stolen it off Lloyd in the final battle against Nergal. It was fairly long and slender, but possessed the sturdiness of a rock. It was called the Regal Blade, and was considered one of the greatest blades ever forged.
Not wasting anymore time he swiftly slid the blade into the boy's back – unfortunately the pain coincided with the boy's tremendous orgasm – and the boy shuddered violently then fell to the floor dead.
Moving quickly, Legault cut the head off the whore, who, to the boy's credit, had climaxed long before him and was panting fiercely, then kept walking straight to the older boy. The boy must have seen what happened as he hurriedly threw the girl off him and put his pants back on, drawing out a long, simple sword in the process.
"Who are you?" the boy panted, obviously spent from his 'exercises'.
"Does it matter?" Legault told him softly. Legault advanced confidently, he brought his scimitar up and across to bat away the all-or-nothing attack of the boy. He pivoted and came in at the boy's knees and slashed away at them. Legault walked out of the room leaving the boy lying in his own blood.
On the way out Legault made no move to hide the blood on him or to hide his face (which was also covered in blood).
What Legault didn't realise was that while he was walking to the door, a pair of eyes watched him leave – and those eyes belonged to a man that knew Legault well, or now, seeing the blood, knew the old Legault well.
Jaffar laughed quietly when the leader arrived on the roof. The man was wearing a black tuxedo with lots of little frills and bangles on the ends. Jaffar stopped laughing when the man turned around to look him in the eyes, drawing out an impressive looking Silver Blade.
"Never did I think that I would become a target of an assassin," the man winked at Jaffar "but I take it as an honour that it is one such as you Jaffar". Jaffar kept eye contact with the man.
"Pray tell me, why exactly did you kill all my guards, or even better, why are you in Ostia?" them man asked, honestly confused by Jaffar's appearance at his palatial home.
"Your men advanced on me," Jaffar smirked, "I attacked."
"Ah, fair enough." The man paused for a moment, probably thinking what could be done with this situation. "I am Ames, I am a prominent 'businessman' in Ostia, and you'll find there are many of us Jaffar".
"I don't see your point but I'll keep that in mind" Jaffar said simply.
"Well Jaffar, you see I make it my business to know everything that goes on in Ostia, and I am well aware of your little band's attempts to be recognised."
"And..?" Jaffar said at the man, his arms out wide in a questioning pose.
"I intend to put a stop to your gang before you get too powerful" Ames smiled wickedly, "I never underestimate my opponents, now lets see how you fair against a true warrior, assassin".