Flirting or Fighting
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As for Arnaud, he was looking for an escape. He found one that called for him to climb the loft and to the top of the barn. Climbing the tall loft beams was no easy task; the buildings he climbed were easier then this damn barn. A shot rang out causing Arnaud to stop climbing the barn and look over his shoulder at the female assassin. How could this female call him brother? The male assassin snorts seeing that the female was now standing on the other side of the street.
Stopping to look, Arnaud sees the small flicker of a smirk under the shadow of the hat. Shit! She's been expecting me to do this!
Climbing on the roof Arnaud looks round the slight movement of his gunmetal blue cloak made no sound in the setting sunlight. With his back turned slightly to the other Arnaud made his hasty retreat but before he even took one step pain shot through his arm. His right hand coming up to cover the wound, blood was quick to filter though his leather pauldron.
Fuck! This assassain's trying to kill me!
Arnaud's head swivels in the direction of the female, he could have sworn he heard his neck snap at how fast it turned to face the female. She was standing in the shadow of the barn, the light from the setting sun brought out the beautiful curves, and the small little smirk that showed under the hat was enough for Arnaud.
The tall assassin takes a leap of faith off the building landing hard on the ground, making the female before him raise an eyebrow at the action the barrel of a gun was pointed at his head making Arnaud grab the gun, yanking the female against him back pressed against his front.
"Fuckin' ass!" The female spoke in some foreign language that Arnaud didn't know but it sounded closely with his own natíve tongue.
"Cad is ainm duit?"
The female stopped struggling and made a strange face that the taller assassin saw under his hood. Up close in the females personal space Arnaud could see just how lovely the female's face was, it was marked with small scar's, probably done by knives, but one in particular intrigued him the most. A small scar starting from right under the right eye it trail's down the length of the females cheek stopping right above her upper lip.
Arnaud had a scar just like that in his own face. Why does this female have the exact same scar as me?!? What the hell is going on?!?
Taking the opportunity of the stunned male Sierra takes the elbow, ramming it into the tall males abs following up with a quick knee to the chest that sends the other to the ground for a few split seconds.
Standing tall the female gunslinger smirks but it was short lived as she was pounced on by the assassin. The tussled around on the ground, Aruand getting the upper hand this time with a hold around the female gunslinger's head in the crook of his left arm, the fingers of the female clawing at the sleeve of his cloak.
Sierra claw's at the males arm, she knew it wasn't going to help her. She did take her right leg to the tall assassin's knee making it buckle under the sudden snap. A small smile played across the female's face which Arnaud thought was beautiful. The pain he's feeling in his knee is making it hard to think of what move he can do to escape. Right now his hidden blades wouldn't work in this close to the other if what he's seen. Cause himself more harm than good to him. Maybe, it wasn't the best plan but it should work. Arnaud opens his mouth biting the female thigh that was wrapped around his neck.
"You fucking bite me!" The female growls and that was the assassin's cue to pin the females wrist above her head, legs pinned in by his own. His knees blocking the female gunslinger's reach for her guns if she was to get her wrist free.
"I did what I must." Arnaud said his accent pinpointing where he came from.
Lovely, I'm pinned down by a fucking assassin. If ain't already worse with the US Marshall's hunting me down. Sierra glars at the assassin, the hat that once provided a shadow and hiding her face was tipped back in the dirt with her head resting on the brim. As for the assassin, his hood was pulled off his head revealing a strictly handsome asesino. Sierra's eyes wander down his face see the scar on his cheek just like hers' before her eyes feel on his lips. His body was lean made up mostly of pure muscles and from what she could tell from their short little fight he wasn't lacking in his manhood either. The female gunslinger mentally groans at the thought. Jesus Christ! What is the fuck am I even thinking that!
"What is your name and why are there no Templars?"
"Templars have since been gone, darling. It's 1881."
Arnaud looked at the female to see if she's telling him the truth. She wasn't lying to him in fact she was telling him the truth so that left him with another question. "If it's 1881, where exactly is it here?"
Sierra smiles at the assassin. "We're in the territory of Wyoming. This hellhole of a town we're in is Colby."
The tall assassin's mouth made a "o" shape as he tried to wrap his head around the fact that he's not in Europe belonging to the Creed that mentors Altaïr or Ezio have created. Looking down at the female below him, he sees a small raised on the right side of the collar bone slowly reaching not to get his hand bitten but damnit if the female had wicked tricks she used on him. Speaking of wickedness, his ribs were aching from the jab he took from the other spurs.
"Anything else and if not then let me up so I can get a drink." The assassin rolls off of Sierra squatting down much like a dog would sit and thinking. "Name's Sierra." The female spoke pulling the assassin from his thoughts.
"Arnaud."
"Arnaud, huh?"
"Yes. Direct lineage of Altaïr and Ezio. Or so I've been told by my Dai."
Sierra looks at the tall assassin. "Ah, looks like we have a thing in common, asesino."
"Asesino? Is that name calling?"
A chuckle left the female gunslinger. " Heavens no. It's what the Spanish people call assassin's. Asesino just sounds better then assassin." She leans against the building heaven a heavy sigh leaving the assassin standing where they ended their fight.
A hand on the female gunslinger stops her in her tracks, a glance over her shoulder shows Arnaud holding her hat and a small smile on his lips. "I believe you dropped this."
"And I believe you're the one that knocked it off." Reaching around to grab the hat Arnaud pulls it out of the female's reach.
"I believe that this assassin is owed a few explanations on why you seem to know where my weapons are."
Sierra gives Arnaud a strange look before she nodded her head speaking as she put the hat back on. "Follow me and I'll explain everything to you."
She leads the two of them back to the saloon where she found her horse still hitched to the post. In the pale light that was being cast from the inside of the saloon Arnaud was able to see a glimpse of the Creeds crest on the horse's breast collar.
She's part of the Creed! Arnaud looked at the female before him as she spoke sweet loving things to her horse.
"You're part of the Creed?!?" The tall assassin spoke after he found his courage to ask the gunslin' assassin.
"I once was, it was a long time ago." Sierra said as she walked over to the assassin, leading him inside the Saloon. "Stay close, the ladies here at the brothel will try getting your clothes off before you have a chance to say anything."
Arnaud nods his head thankful now that he was pre warned about the issue. A small skinny woman came up to them talking to Sierra who was led to another woman that was built like a tank and spoke in Spanish that the female gunslinger returned.
A hand trail's up the small of Arnaud's back, the touch making him let out a startling help. His face turned red at how embarrassed he was at making such a sound. Assassin's don't make any kind of sounds, not even if another one was touching them in a friendly manner
One of the brothel ladies was flirting with him. What did I do! Sierra said to look out for them, but they don't seem that terrible.
"You must be new in town. We don't get a lot of new faces around here. Were you from cutie?!?"
Arnaud looked at the young lady who looked like Sierra but much younger and far too much sluty. "I'm not from around here."
"A fresh new face girls!" The whore said having two others come over to flirt with the tall assassin.
"My he's so fit!" One said as their hand trail's the front of his chest.
Another girl was in the process of undoing the trousers, her front pressed flush against his chest, her breast pushed up, making Arnaud's face go bright red as his hazel colored eyes searched for the female gunslinger. His eyes landed on the female, who just finished talking with the brothel woman in charge.
Sierra sighs as she rolled her eyes under the brim of the hat making her way towards the tall assassin. Definitely the assassin needed her help and soon by the looks of his red cheeks flushing from embarrassment.
"Looks like we got yourself a first timer girls."
"Ooo, I always love jumping in bed with someone new."
"Ladies." A female voice that Arnaud was so pleased to hear for the second time that day. "This man is already taken." Sierra said her voice was almost a purr as she wrenched the hand down Arnaud's trousers away.
"You can't be serious about this Sierra!" The whore that was rubbing Arnaud's cock.
Said gunslinger pulls out the gun on her right hip quicker than the whores around Arnaud could move to escape. "I'm dead serious. Isabel has granted us access to a room and board. You'll be seeing a lot of me. Now keep your filthy hands off of my damn assassin Daisy."
"Yours! I don't see your name on him, you outlaw! That damn sheriff of this town shouldn't have granted you immunity in this damn town! All you've done is cause trouble for us town folks!"
"Ladies, enough." Isabel said as she made her way over. She pushes the younger female revolver down to her side. "Holster that."
Sierra is not pleased, but knew that it was disrespectful to ruin what a good deal they have. "As you can see, Sierra has made a claim on this young man as hers. Do not try to flirt with him or try to get him in your bed. It will be unwise for you to do such things." The head woman spoke as she bibs herself bye to do her work.
The other ladies soon leave, leaving the two assassin's alone in the busy saloon. "Come novice." Sierra said, grabbing Arnaud's hand and leading them to the back.
"Novice? I'm not a novice, I was given the title of master."
"You still have things to learn."
"Things to learn, you have things to explain to me my dear asesino." Arnaud smirks, his face looking deadly with the smirk, but to the female sitting across from him it looked handsomely on him.
"That I do Arnaud. What would you like to know?" Sierra asked as she swiped a glass of whiskey from a drunk man as they passed by them. They sat down at a table in the corner fair from anyone trying to listen in one their conversation.
Arnaud watches the female drink the whiskey before reaching over, taking the glass away from her. "The Creed." He spoke, making the female look at his hazel eyes. "How long ago did you belong to it"
"Since I was a little girl." Sierra spoke softly as she took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "Poppa was a local lawman. There were days he was out on the trail with a posse looking for wanted outlaw's, that he never returned back with the posse. Momma couldn't stand living without him. She told me to saddle up the horse's and that she would be out shortly. I was in the barn when I heard the shotgun go off. Momma had taken her own life that sunny afternoon. I took the horse's that we had and rode off not knowing where I might end up. Came to a town where I sold the other horse to the local Livery."
"Who's the assassin that took you in?"
"Duncan. He took me under this wing raising me with his son Connor. Together we trained to become assassin's like Duncan but only better. Connor went on to surpassing me in skills as a novice assassin. A novice I still was, when Duncan's life was being threatened by an Outlaw. Duncan had his rifle leaning against the wall of our training arena. Picked it up without thinking and shot the man, from then on Duncan trained me in becoming the best marksman belonging to the Brotherhood. I trained with traditional weapons that our ancestors used, it was how I knew to keep in close proximity. Assassin's that are master usually stay arm length away from their targets."
"You and Connor, you didn't become close?"
"We didn't. Connor left before I became master asesino. I headed West where it's untamed and no order of the Creed for me to check with."
She's hiding things from me. How did she never become Dai when she's so great in skill. She has skills that no other assassins in the Creed particularly doesn't have. Fighting Sierra recently I could tell she was holding back to show that she didn't know how to fight. She was young enough to be Grandmaster of the Brotherhood, and could possibly out do Ezio or Altaïr.
Sierra looked up from under her hat. She watched Arnaud, his facial expressions change with each passing minute. Poor asesino is probably wondering why I didn't stay with the Creed. It's better that he doesn't know. He's too young to know what I had done. I'm sorry, it's for the best that you don't know brother. The female stood up, chair dragging behind her on the floor as she pushed it back. The swinging doors to the saloon opened with a bang, a group of US Marshall's walked in and the male in front looked around the full saloon eyes scanning the faces of everyone in the saloon.
"I'm with the US Marshals and these are my boys here. We're looking for a female outlaw that's wanted for killing the Dai." This man was wearing a black coat that came down to the males mid thighs, a dark brown gun belt buckles one his waist, black hat, and a shiny US Marshal badge one display. The other men wore similar clothes some brown, all wearing their gun belts, a few had rifles slung over their shoulders.
Arnaud looks at where the female gunslinger was looking at and for the first time since meeting the feisty female, the assassin now knows why the female gunslinger' assassin left.
The panic that was rising within Sierra was clawing its way upwards. She had to leave and if they see her, she's bound to be hunted down for the rest of her life. Marshall Colt saw movement in the back. "She's escaping, running back, blocking all exits! I don't want this damn Outlaw slipping away from me again!"
Turning back the tall assassin sees the movement of a slicker of Sierra's moving up the stairs in quick silent action.