Altair looked away quickly, facing towards the two remaining guards. The third was still on the ground, groveling like an idiot. I was close enough to him to kick him, so I did. The men continued advancing on the assassin. I laughed, because they were practically putting the nooses around their sorry necks themselves.
Woah! Did I just… Laugh? What is wrong with me?
The sounds of slashing metal filled the air, tearing me from my thoughts. Altair had impaled one guard on his sword. That was fast. His sword was lodge in the other's body, so Altair drew his short blade. It gleamed in the setting sun. You could see the elaborate designs on its surface. The last guard, scared, dropped his sword and ran away. Coward. Altair sighed as the man ran.
"Are you just going to let him get away?" I asked him.
"Who said I was going to do that?" Altair replied with a smirk. Altair put his hand on his belt around his stomach, and a second later the guard fell.
"What the-!" I exclaimed. I didn't see Altair do anything. Altair, still with his smirk, passed me. I noticed that one of his throwing knives was missing. He bent down and picked up the throwing knife, re-sheathing it. He also went back to fetch his long sword. I continued staring. I was in shock from what happened, and at the fact that there was a VERY attractive guy in front of me.
Dirty thoughts! NO!
"Could you please stop that?" asked Altair.
"What?" I replied.
"Your staring makes me uncomfortable. The fact that you were biting and licking your lips doesn't help."
"Oh." GOD, that was embarrassing. I made up an excuse.
"Well, I was nervous." I said, mumbling a bit.
"Sure. Next time, hide. You attract too much attention." He ran his hand down my bare arm. I shivered.
What was he doing? Man, he was BOLD.
His hand paused. "You have a cut on your arm." I just noticed it. The adrenaline masked the stinging. It was about four inches long. Thankfully, it was thin. He took his hand off my arm, to my displeasure, and opened a pouch in his belt. He pulled out linen.
He wrapped up my forearm with it. Then he tied it.
"Remember: if guards are coming, break line of sight, then hide. It would do you good to put on your… cloak."
I grabbed my sweatshirt that I dropped on the alley floor. It had some dirt on it, but it was okay. I slipped it on. It was boiling, but I wasn't about to argue with him.
Speaking of him, where did he go?
Altair was gone. I used to be happy, but now, I was PISSED.
"You son of a-!" I was interrupted by the guard leader. I almost forgot about him.
"What? Your 'wittle boyfriend' didn't stay? Well, I wouldn't have," he spat. I wanted to wipe that sneer off his face.
I walked other to him and kicked him in the nuts, HARD. He passed out from the pain. The question was though: how does it hurt him if I kicked his 'parts' when he has none? I walked out of the alley. I was going to find Altair, and kill his sorry little butt for leaving me out here.