" Don't worry Khan! When we get into close quarters, or anywhere near a decently muscled Templar, i'll keep your sorry, useless ass safe!"

She froze.

'Mother fucker say what?! How dare he! I swear to whoever the hell is up there, I will shove his no existent balls up his mother fucking god damn ass!' She mentally screamed in a rage as she spun on her heel to face said asshole.

The female assassin watched as an archer, who was from a different roof, pulled up his bow, aiming straight for Altaїr. She contemplated letting the arrogant bastard take an arrow to the back, but forced those thoughts away at the thought of how her master would respond. He'd yell and flip shit over the fact that she just ruined a chance at combining two brotherhoods into one big one. A barely noticeable sigh left her lips as she prepared to save Altaїr's sorry ass. again.

The female assassin unsheathed a throwing knife and threw it with a flick of her wrist. The knife went straight by Altaїr's face, may or may not have been accidental on her part, and embedded itself within the archers exposed throat. Blood erupted from the mans throat as he gurgled his last breaths. His body fell lifelessly to the roofs ground with a thud, a pool of blood forming around him.

The entire time, she kept her eyes on Altaїr's still form, challenging him to turn. When the arrogant man finally turned to see what she had thrown the knife at, She turned quickly, making her way back to the bereau. She had actually made it to the bereau earlier, but when she spent over an hour waiting for Altaїr, she went out to track him down, assuming he was lost.

She landed in the bereau silently and made her way into the small library Zalek had created over the years. Altaїr appeared shortly after, hands gripped in tight fists as she could practically slice through the tension he brought with him. He tossed a knife at the floor near her feet with a growl. The female assassin examined the knife and determined that it was hers, and that he had retrieved it after she walked away.

'Ya, that's right. fetch, mother fucker, fetch.' her mind growled, but she kept her lips sealed as Altaїr told Zalek of his findings. The female assassin was ecstatic to hear that she had obtained more information than Altaїr, and by a long shot. " What was that about my inability to 'defend my own ass' or was it 'my insufficiency to perform a job without a dog handler'? I don't which one you would prefer." She ground out in her manly voice, her anger rising.

The female assassin sheathed her throwing knife and made her way to the archway, intent on taking a small stroll to calm herself down. However, Altaїr had different plans. The male assassin gripped her robes at the front and slammed her up against a wall, hard. She was extremely glad she had put on the boob wrappings extra tight the night before, or he might have felt something...

"Don't you dare think yourself better than I, runt! I am more than you will ever be! I am the most skilled assassin in the Al Mualim brotherhood and have taken out nine of the strongest Templar leaders in this land! I. Am. Invincible!" Altaїr ground out. Unfortunately, The male assassin's hood had fell down at the swift movement, exposing his face.

The female assassin could see in his gold eyes that the words he had just spoken even shocked himself, as if it was just instinct. She found herself admiring Altaїr for a moment. His short brown hair had caught the light of the candles in the room, giving it an eerie glow, his short stubble also had this little affect. Her eyes trailed along his strong jaw and high cheek bones. The scar on the right corner of his lip gave him a more menacing look, one that could make a person wet themselves in fear if they saw his full face, angry as hell. His eyes added to the menace, but it didn't faze her, she looked into a pair of metallic eyes every day, and his little angry face almost made her laugh. to her, he looked like a ticked puppy dog.

"One. I'm pretty sure thinking like that is what caused the whole spiral of Templar assassinations in first damn place! second. DO NOT touch me! and third. Remove your hands before I do it for you!" She growled in a slight rage. However, Altaїr refused to remove his hands from her, looking like he was about to yell at her again, but she did not give him the chance.

The female assassin rammed her head into his and shoved her knee into his gut. Just because she was a girl, doesn't mean that she is going to knee a guy in the nuts, in her mind, that was foul play and she refused to go that low in her standards. She shrugged off his arms as he leaned forward slightly, and threw him to the ground in one quick motion. Altaїr remained on the ground for a moment in shock before anger wracked through his body as his hands began to shake. The female assassin could tell he was trying really hard to not freak the fuck out. so, she changed the subject.

She looked through the archway to see the setting sun and a soft sigh left her lips. "We need to leave now if we are to kill Nazar this month. If we miss our chance, he shall not reappear for another women till he is through with his last." She said stiffly. What this man did reminded her of the life- No, she would not think of that now. "Let's go." she growled again before starting without Altaїr.

He would catch up, and they would finally give justice to what this Templar took.

The female assassin and Altaїr made their way along the roves of the rich district, slowly catching up to Nazar and his group of guards. The two assassin's had been tracking them since they left the bereau and entered the rich district. Nazar had about thirty guards by his side as he roamed the streets, looking for his next conquest. The thought sickened her. Being nabbed off the streets and used as a sex slaved sucked ass, and she knew it. so, She was willing to do anything in her power to make this man pay for what he had done.

As much as she wanted to take this man's life, she knew that it should be Altaїr, for she would only torture the man until his dying breath. A small nudge and a nod towards Nazar was all she had to do to tell her partner that this kill belonged to him. Altaїr nodded his response and began to move at a faster pace, the female assassin trailing not far behind.

They were now on a roof that over looked Nazar and his traveling guards. All they need was for them to get a little closer so that Altaїr could air assassinate Nazar and for the female assassin to provide back up before they both made a hasty exit. simple as that. until, however, a noise was heard that still haunted the woman's dreams. a bowstring.

As Altaїr prepared to jump, the female assassin grabbed his arm and yanked him back with as much strength as she could muster as she also threw a knife in the direction the noise came from. Pain erupted in her should as she was jerked back to the ground. A small swear word escaped her lips as she sat up and ripped the arrow out of her shoulder.

Just before she through it away, something caught her eye. There was an unknown substance that was translucent on the blade, the only reason she saw it was because of the shine it gave the arrow. It had been poison laced. From what she could tell of her pain, it was not deadly, but weakening, meant to drain the victims strength so that the attacker could restrain them with ease.

'fucking hell.' She growled in her head.

Now, she was really screwed.

ooooooohhhhhhhhh...

whats gonna happenz?

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