David's POV

Sparks flew as swords clashed. His own sword was heavy in his hand as he ducked around a strike meant for his head.

A man stood across from him grey eyes watching David's every move. The only thing that could be see was the man's eyes. He wore a cowl that covered the other's face. He was a black Kevlar jacket. A sword sheath was belted across his left side.

David moved forward once more in attack form. Steel clashed against steel once more. The clanging got louder with each hit. Every hit got stronger with each passing moment.

As he was for an overhead strike he overstretched himself. His opponent saw the opening and struck. The strike was side stepped and as David went to recover the man attacked him. He was unable to recover in time to stop the side cut aimed at his left side.

The strike was made with the blunt side of the sword. Pain drove him to his knees. The sword was then at his throat. David stilled his eyes searching out the grey ones before him.

A baritone voice said from behind him, "Hold, initiates."

All around them the swords fighting had stopped. Each initiate was at a sharp attention. David didn't move from his kneeling position.

A black haired man came from around David's side. He was wearing a dark green robe with a black shirt and dress pants. Ra's scent of a scorched desert just after sunset was noticeable but not overwhelming.

Ra's lifted David's sword hand and immediately he released the sword. In the next moment the sword was at his opponents throat. A hand motioned for him to rise.

Once he was standing the man said nodding slightly to his feet, "Do not let your footing betray you. Let the power come not from strength of your attack. But from the ground which holds your feet."

David bowed his head as he replied, "Yes, my liege."

The cool grey eyes searched his own grey for a moment then he turned away. Oliver took up his ready position once more. His grey eyes met the blue ones of the initiate across from him.

There was a surprising amount of hatred in the blue ones. He didn't know who this initiate was. No one knew the other's names unless they gave it. Even their mentor's simply called them initiates.

David's mentor sometimes would call him Al Sahim. It wasn't often typically when he did a particularly good job. The first time he heard Al Sahim they found out that he spoke several languages including Arabic. When he heard Al Sahim his mind immediately supplied the Arrow. Just as he knew that Al Owal meant the First.

The initiate in front of him was an alpha by his scent. The anger may have come from the fact that David was an omega. One who got a high ranking member of the League as a mentor.

As part of their training in the League initiates rooms were close to their mentors. David knew better than to go to his mentor unless it was a big issue. So far there hasn't been a problem he couldn't handle himself. Though if Tanner had anything to say about that his nightmares were a huge problem.

Most nights David spent them training in a nearby training hall. He went through his training katas looking to improve his lacking swordsmanship. It was slow going but he was beginning to show.

There was a sharp command, "Maratan 'ukhraa!"

David lunged forward trying to use Ra's advice. Using the ground put not only more power behind his attacks but there was less openings.

Sword clashed with sparks flying across their training room. This exercise was not just in improving his swordsmanship. It was teaching them to be aware of their surroundings. Other initiates were fighting around him. A mistake here would cost him.

David moved forward once more in attack form. Steel clashed against steel once more. The clanging got louder with each hit. Every hit got stronger with each passing moment.

As he was for an overhead strike he adjusted his form. When the alpha went to strike his exposed side, David sidestepped. Then before the other could react he launched himself at the man. The dulled side of his sword hit the man's shoulder. Then it was placed at his throat.

David was breathing hard and his cold grey eyes never left the alpha's blue eyes. Again the order came out for them to hold.

Al Owal came up next to David and order quietly, "Qaf 'iilaa 'asful, Al Sahim. Laqad antahayna huna lhdha alyawma."

Immediately he sheathed his sword at his side. Al Owal rumbled with approval before he said, "Let's go. You need a shower before you meet with another member of the League."

David asked curious, "Who are we meeting?"

His mentor said looking around carefully, "His name is Al Sayf. He isn't seen very often. It's even more rare that he takes an interest in initiates. You must be careful when you meet with him. He is the oldest member of the League. Even older than the Demon's Head himself."

Al Sayf, the Sword of the League. Even as an initiate he had heard of the man. Some said that he was simply a ghost. Few in recent memory had ever seen the man. The question was what did he want with David.

David didn't even have a surname to go with his first. There were images and dreams he couldn't explain. Names that led to nowhere. Phrases that felt like they were important but he couldn't remember why.

Al Owal answered his thoughts as they went down unfamiliar halls, "Warith

brought you here, Al Sahim. She is the Demon Head's daughter and is not known for bringing home strays. You are an oddity even without your memory loss."

An oddity in a group of assassins. That was the last thing anyone wanted to be here.

Al Owal's POV

Leaving the young omega in the Sword's hall he went to the meeting hall. Ra's had called for a meeting between the mentors. It was to be away from their initiates preferably with them busy.

David or Al Sahim as Al Owal had taken to calling him was a good initiate. He had difficulties with his lack of memories but it wasn't anything they couldn't handle. His skill with a bow earned him the name Al Sahim. It wasn't official yet. Not until the omega was cleansed by the fire. When he would become an official member.

When he entered the meeting hall he noted the other member had already arrived. He recieved nods of acceptance as he walked up. Ra's had his back to them examining something on the table in front of him.

They all stiffened when their liege turned his attention to them. It wasn't unusual for Ra's to check on the progress of the initiates. To find out if there was any that would stand out. Or if there was a troublemaker.

The older alpha rumbled out, "How is this set of initiates? Are there any who stand out? Or should be watched?"

Owal didn't speak at first. He wanted to see if there was anyone else. Or if any of the other's had taken notice of his young omega.

The other alphas shook their heads and replied that their initiates weren't special. Nor did they seem to have any problems with them.

Arya said her green eyes glancing at Owal briefly before turning back to their liege, "My initiate seems to have problem with Owal's. The problem seems to be that our amnesiac is an omega. From what I have observed the young omega ignores it and does nothing to provoke the reactions. Instead focuses on his own training. Another thing is that the omega is skilled with a bow. He will make a good fighter if we can assure his loyalty."

Loyalty. That was the main reason why they had not let the initiates go on a practical training session. A month after initiates began training they allowed them to go to a large city. There the initiates would try to tag members of the League without making themselves suspicious. League members would also be looking to tag them.

Their reasoning behind not going so far was the amnesiac. David as he remembered was unsure about his loyalties. The only reason he was here was that they saved his life. If they let him go there was little doubt in Owal's mind that he would go to Zurich.

So far the only one that had earned any trust from David was Tanner. The only way to gain his trust was to give him the chance to leave. It was a sign that they were placing trust in him.

Owal knew that his liege would not go for it. There were too many unanswered questions. Too many unknowns with the man.

Another issue was that the killer known as Bourne had disappeared. Right when they pulled this man out of the water. Jason Bourne disappeared. So far there had been no resurfacing. They had to wonder if the killer and their amnesiac were the same person. If he was and they let him out then they would have to start the hunt again. This time from the one who they helped recover.

Ra's attention was drawn to him now. Owal bowed his head as he replied to the unasked question, "He has earned the name Al Sahim. His skill with a bow and has improved greatly in his swordsmanship. Even your correction was taken immediately and worked into his training. If we can get his loyalty we will have a valuable member in him."

Ra's eyes turned contemplative. Owal stood waiting for his decision.

A/N google translates.

1. Again!

2. Stand down, Arrow. We are done here for today.