I sighed and just laid my hands on his back. His muscles felt so unreal. They were too hard to be tissue.

Sooner than I preferred, we were on the roof. I didn't bother moving. I was surprisingly comfortable. Apparently, I seemed to annoy Altair or something, because he coughed loudly.

"I am too tired to get off. Deal with it," I said as I blew a lock of my hair out of my face. Altair suddenly shrugged, making me fall off, on my butt. I was about to glare at Altair's face when I saw he was really red. Did I over exert him? Or was he… Blushing? Nah. Altair would NEVER blush, would he?

"I am sorry, that was rude of me. My master would be ashamed of my manners." Altair held out his hand to me. I looked at it and noticed the missing finger and shuddered. It disturbed me that someone could just cut off a finger without pain killers. I got up and brushed off my back side.

"It's okay, thanks." Altair was back to his normal, cool, sarcastic mood again. He started running to the next rooftop to our left. I was about to follow when I noticed that there were no boards in between. I could not walk across. I just stood there. Altair was about to get on the next roof when he noticed I wasn't behind him.

"What now? I don't want to waste any more time here." He had a nasty tone of voice too.

"I can't jump that! Do you want me to break my neck or something?"

"It will take too long to walk on the streets."

"I still can't make the jump!"

"I can always just stick a throwing knife through your leg and you won't have to cross the roofs anyways." He took out a throwing knife and waved it around in the sunlight, making it glimmer.

"FINE. But if I die, you are paying for my lawyer to carry out my will." Altair had this look on his face that said 'what in the world is she talking about?'.

"Come on. What can I do to get you to hurry up? I am dying here." I got an evil idea.

"Come and hug me!" His quizzical expression was hilarious. I struggled to keep my 'serious' face on.

"You are…. Joking, right?" he asked. I shook my head. He started coming back over the bureau roof. I tilted my head expectantly. He was still holding his throwing knife as he cautiously put one of his arms around my shoulder. "I really don't find this necessary, wait, what are you doing?!"

I had slipped my hand around the hilt of his short sword. I pulled it out, and ran backwards. I giggled with glee like a little girl. I started flipping it around. I turned and looked at Alty. He looked shocked, and then mad.

"GIVE THAT BACK! YOU ARE GOING TO STAB SOMETHING! STOP THAT! YOU INSOLENT GIRL-!"

I gasped as an arrow embedded itself in my shoulder. The adrenaline started pouring into my blood stream as the pain was dulled. I saw the archer on the rooftop across the street. Another archer ran up beside him and started drawing an arrow.

"Altair! There are arch-" I was cut off as the first archer fell off the rooftop. I was surprised. I noticed, as his body hit the road, that there was a glinting metal object in his back.

"Come! We have to get away from the bureau before the guards discover it!" The adrenaline gave me extra energy as I sprinted forward, flying to the next roof alongside Alty. When he jumped, his robes flared out behind, giving him 'wings'. His name really fitted him.

He pointed to an alley to the side of the building. We jumped down, and I somersaulted on the dirt floor. I successfully hadn't broken any bones! Right before we could run out of the one entrance to the alley, several guards came and blocked it. Shitake mushrooms. Altair charged them, catching them off guard. He made a grab for his short sword, but I was still holding it. I immediately regretted it, but Altair adapted quickly. As he sprinted he cracked his knuckles and made a fist. I noticed the little plates on his knuckles. Altair punched one guard in the face, and broke his jaw. Some blood splattered, and got on my ALREADY dirty white sweatshirt. The guard was out cold.

I continued backing up in order to keep out of the way when the second archer jumped down. I looked back at Altair. He had his hidden blade out, so I think he was okay. I had the archer to worry about anyways.

The archer took out a long knife and raised it above his head. As he brought it down, I sidestepped and he missed. I was in 'fight-or-flight' mode. As he turned, I slashed Altair's blade across his leg. He immediately fell down to the ground. I then spun around, smacking him in the head with the hilt of the sword, knocking him out. Altair walked over to me, covered in blood. He slowly took the blade from my hand and slit his throat. I looked at him, in shock. I never expected to ever wield a blade, much less ACTUALLY CUTTING somebody with it.

Altair's gaze was not cold, or angry. I could not label it, but it was along the line of kind and soft. He hugged me, accidently hitting the arrow still in my shoulder. The energy rush faded from me suddenly, and I gritted my teeth and hissed. I collapsed into his chest. I was so tired and was in an entirely new level of pain. Like, I cry and scream about NEEDLES. This was a lot worse. He held me as we walked out and onto the edge of the street.

The gate to the walls around the city was right ahead, next to the stables. He led me over to a black horse and hoisted me up onto it. I groaned. He came up behind me. There were no guards thankfully, because they were inspecting the bodies of their comrades. I would have enjoyed leaning on Alty if I wasn't in agony. He steered the horse out into the sunlight.