Assassin.

Roleplay blog for Altair from Assassin's Creed.

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Starter Call

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     Easily repelling the attack, steel clashing against steel, the templar gave a LAUGH. she could see his arrogance, it was OBVIOUS. the way he carried himself, the way he  fought. ARROGANCE would only get him killed.                                “ how FOOLISH. don’t you ASSASSINS know any                         better than to be arrogant ? “ 

      quick, cat-like movements guided her to circle around the assassin, edge of a steel blade aiming  towards him. she wasn’t TRYING to kill him, but to  merely get a POINT across to him. to EVERY  assassin. ( although, her previous attempts ended in bloodshed ) 

                            “ now, assassin. I only wish to SPEAK. this does not                        have to end in VIOLENCE “

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Altaïr simply narrowed his eyes. His shoulders rose in a defensive manner with his sword. He expected the clash of steel at any moment. Her words simply produced a sarcastic chuckle from the young Assassin “If you wish to simply speak, then why do you circle me with a blade in your hand,” he retorted spitefully.

“And why would you have any desire to speak?” he asked with rising curiosity, though his blade remained risen and his eyes glimmered with a lack of trust. He knew it could be some Templar trick, and he had no intention of paying any mistakes with his lif

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“Ah” she just nods, going to look for her sword now, sighing a bit as she goes to rub her back. “l feel so old right now, l can’t believe you kicked my ass" the woman goes to pick up her sword. “do you wish to keep training or call it a night?”

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The Assassin chuckled “That’s your decision,” He said “, I can keep going”. He twirled the wooden sword in his fingers skillfully. His eyes looked through a hole in the rotted ceiling and noticed the light was fading. It was getting dark but he didn’t really take notice.

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   “ you wish for this to end quickly, but i am afraid, ASSASSIN, it will not. but i am CERTAIN it will end with you, dead. “ the templar planted her feet, staring directly into the eyes of the other. a cold, menacing look could be seen from the redhead. a quite familiar look, one that is filled with hatred, and the need for blood. tip of her sword aimed at the assassin, skilled hands ready to strike at any given moment. 

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“I have yet to encounter a Templar who has even drawn a single drop of my blood,” He growled in return. Arrogance was in his very presence as he raised his shoulders. Using the method of intimidation was one thing, but underestimating ones opponent was another thing, a very fatal mistake. He learned this quickly during his encounter with Robert De Sable, and he had fallen under the Assassin’s blade. He raised his chin so his vision was clearer, and he also revealed the broad scar that ran down the right side of his face.

It was as evident as a flame in darkest shadows, and it was evidence against his claim. But he had gotten the scar while training, when one of his closest friends turned on him. 

The Assassin raised his blade, its merciless edge glinting with a thirst of blood. Then he swung forward, as quick and lethal as the strike of a cobra.

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She just eyes it but goes to take the hand and frowning a bit. “okay, but l will get payback when l can anyhow, shouldn’t you be off or do assassins not have a need for sleep?“

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The Assassin rose an eyebrow “It becomes a normal to not sleep much,” he shrugged. Not even the thought of sleep had crossed his mind. His eyes still had the gleam of energy about them that one would have after sleeping well.

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       the templar had been expecting this ambush for months. and she was a little MORE than ready. lips curving up into a smirk, she only whispered a faint “ no “ before unsheathing her blade, GRACEFULLY spinning around to strike at the assassin. 

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The Assassin raised his left arm and the blades met with a clash of steel, light sparks dancing past his scarred face. He let his hidden blade shrink away knowing it would not fend off a larger blade well. He reached to his left hip and gripped the handle of his sword, and freed it from it’s sheathe.

He held it forward “, Then let this end quickly…”

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 And it did, she was tripped and lands on her back, she goes to lay there and not moving at all. “you are such an asshole, l hope you know that” she just goes to try and sit up. 

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“You’re not the first to say something like that,” he laughed and held his hand out to help her agian. He knew he had taken it to far and tried to make up for it. Though he suspected it wouldn’t end well.

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Altaïr’s eyes wonder through the crowds, trying to pluck out his target. He was given little information, and discovered little information about his target, but he knew he could find them here. He reminded himself he was but a blade amongst the crowd, the shadow in all his enemy’s fears. He was death cloaked in white, and he would deliver it upon his target now.

His eyes caught the slightest glimpse of his target’s description, and he closed in. He shoved people out of his way and caused the eruptions of shouts but he kept moving. His quarrel was not with some man angry about a broken crate, it was with the Templars. 

When he was only inches away he moved his head so he could whisper “, any last words, Templar” and he engaged his blade.

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She just frowns a bit. “l know, but it seems like something that no who does but in the books” she goes to stand up and smirk at him. “you are just mad that l have tricked you, hehe!”

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He sat on his haunches “,No I believe I tricked you”. with that statement he swung the wooden sword at her legs, in an attempt to trip her. He jumped up onto his feet and returned the childish smirk.

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“Lie down. Sit somewhere, you need to rest.”

“And you are?”

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With that, she goes to grab onto the hand and yep, she trying to pull him to the floor. “oh please, l have a bad back from doing paperwork, younging” she was so enjoying this. “you know, l think l like verbal fights more than swords, heh”

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He stumbled when she tungged on his arms and fell to his knee, slightly stunned. But the stun turned to anger, anger at himself for not knowing that would happen and anger at her. “Well yelling at some one isn’t going save you from being run through with a sword,” he sneered.

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She goes to gasp, dropping her blade and faking falling down on her ass and going to frown at this, she just needs him to come closer and she could just take a swing at him as payback for that, damn him and damn swords to hell and back.

 “Oh shut up and help me out, l am too old to get up by myself” that was a big lie but she needed to get him closer.

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He rolled his eyes but held out his left hand, his right holding his prop sword at the ready. “Five years older is barley older,” he said in a sarcastic voice. The Assassin knew she was up to something, but what he could not tell. 

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Wind tugged at the Assassin’s robes as he looked over the gray streets of Acre. Altaïr watched as the grim scene before him unfolded. Men being dragged in shackles and chain brought before a crowd only to have their throats opened. The people of the crowd desired blood, they wanted to watch those ‘guilty’ die. But the Templar’s who did the killings and the Assassin were the only ones to know the truth. These men were not guilty, their crimes not worth their punishment.

As much as he wanted to act quickly, Altaïr had to wait for the perfect moment to end his target. His heart beat quickened with adrenaline as he crouch, preparing for the kill. His target was beneath him just as he leaped from his position. He engaged his blade seconds before he was upon the Templar.

Once he hit his target, he was dead.  Altaïr stood from his target in the process his blade retreating to its proper position. From beneath his cowl the Assassin saw the Templar Knights run from their positions towards him, their blades drawn.

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Yep, she did parry the attack, smirking as she goes to think of a fast plan, oh yes she get one now, going to try and hit the other below the belt, it would not hurt to fight dirty for once.

 “Oh please, you are too young and foolish and you did say nothing about dirty moves” she just smirks right back, seeming to enjoy the verbal fighting more then the sword fighting.

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He jerked his body to the side and avoided the attack, indeed a dirty move. Though he avoided most of the attack it hit part of his leg. He gave a sharp warning glare, after looking up from where it hit. Altaïr twirled his sword in his hand skillfully, his arrogant smirk widening on his face. He pulled a trick move of his own and faked a swing then doubled the blade back.

“Young and skillful I like to think it, and no I didn’t,” He retorted.

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“Well…shit, l am thirty” with that, she goes to look for an opening and yep, she going to try for  the others left side. “do forgive me for asking that, it just a little bit of guilt about hitting someone who younger then l am come up but then l think about that smug face you have, then poof all guilt is gone”

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He danced backward slightly to meet the attack. If had been a real battle he would have warded off the attack with his hidden blade, but he kept it hidden away. He just smirked arrogantly at the statement and swung again, his grace following through in his movement. He made the swing lighter and slightly more delicate, an easy parry.

“don’t worry about hitting me, if you even can,” He taunted, he dared try her on tricks on her. Arrogant, he defiantly could be.  

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Wait w-ouch, okay she get hit then she goes to rub at where the sword hit “wait wait, how old are you” the woman seems to change her mind about the sword thing now, feeling kind of guilty for using him now.

“I am just asking since, l think you were older like forty or something”

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The Master Assassin rose an eyebrow slightly “...25,″ Altaïr chuckled slightly in a confused tone, but he kept his sword raised slightly if it was a trick. He did hold the title of youngest Master Assassin in Masyaf, but he barley been one for long. 

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“Ah l see, hm” she just goes to stare the other down, trying to find a good place to hit and off she goes, going right to his knees. “HOW ABOUT THIS, YOU OLD FART!” and she throwing insults, perfect, she just wanted to throw the other off as well “can we throw insults or do you think that might be a bad plan” okay she has a shit eating grin on her face.

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The Assassin moved quickly and parried the attack, the only thing happening is the tap of wood. “I find it interesting you believe 25 is old,” he replied calmly “,Insults make one attack with anger, which can make an opponent reckless or make them more determined. Just be careful who you spit them at...”

Now it was his turn, he lashed his arm forward underhanded and sent a swing, would it be parried?