Assassin Training Camp

Anniet and the other recruit caught up fast, the other one only tripping once. Panting he said, "Can't we wait for just a second?" Anniet stops him and points towards the billowing clouds of smoke. "Oh." He says, his mouth in a perfect O shape.

"That's why." Anniet points.

Catching up with the rest of the recruits, Anniet gets what she missed from Falief. Then, the explosion rocked the world again. After the tremors passed, Anniet said, "Okay, I'll go with you, Fal." Turning to the other recruits, who have recently arrived, she said, "I need you to go with Raine and Bella. Fal and I will probably regroup with you later, so be expecting us. We can move faster if it's just the two of us, yeah?"

At their affirmation, Anniet turned to Falief. "I am ready when you are, friend."
 
-Raine Looked at the new recruit To his and Belladonna's Group And almost snarled as he spoke, He meant it in No way as a Threat but a warning,- ~If you slow us Down During a Fight, And get One of Our Live's thrown on the Line, Especially Her's, I will Stab you in the Leg and leave you behind,~ -He meant Belladonna when he said Her, Of course, But Before some one could give him a Look he turned and started slowly walking, The shake from the Explosion Hardly moved him, He knew he would not Do such a Thing to a team Mate, But if they Got Belladonna Hurt or worse.. He did not know what he would do to be honest, His crimson eye's, Scanned over the area Infront of him,-
 
Falief nods to Anniet, "Good, then we first need a quick plan. Raine and Bella are flanking from the east, you three, go with them," he said, pointing to three of the recruits. They nodded, not even a hesitant flicker in their eyes. "So far that's five from the East. You five," he said to the other five recruits besides Anniet and himself, "Come from the West. Here," he said, taking out a very small crossbow and his extra bolts and tossing them to the injured recruit, "You are their midline, dislocated shoulder or not you're going to help." Again, no hesitation in their eyes. "Anniet, you and I will come from the South, if there are any survivors they'll be heading our way for the cave systems in the ravine. Teams one through three respectively." He ran a hand through his short hair, "Unknown enemy, probably heavily armed with either powder or magic, probably the latter by the sounds of the explosions. Team two, do not engage until you know what the situation is, take action accordingly. I'd prefer a flank of their backs, but it's not always possible as we know." He sighed, shaking his head, "Give me and Anniet five minutes head start to scout. A flaming arrow in the sky means that the enemy is to great and retreat back to the ravine." He held up his fist and placed it on his chest, the traditional farewell to team members. "Watch the skies," he said, no time for anyone to argue a second plan. He patted Anniet on the back and the two rushed off into the woods.

Jorgan coughed, red splotches appearing on his robe. "Instructor, you're bleeding badly, we should rest," Feyorn suggested, his own arm a variety of gashes from the explosion. "No... We need to find them," Jorgan insisted, although a fresh spurt of blood from a cough forced him to stop. He collapsed to his knees as a fresh way of disorientation took him. Feyorn shook his head, looking around at the forest, "It'll be impossible to find them here," he muttered, looking around.

As Falief and Anniet were dashing towards the camp, he was secretly worried about the instructors. Even though they could take on a huge number of foes combined, if they had been caught off guard... "Hey Anniet, think old man Havenir and Faier have already killed most of the enemy?" he asked, preferring the ground route to Anniet's usual tree route. "I mean hell, they were the ones who took down Harklen in half a night, and that place was absolutely packed with guards and mages." He effortlessly ran through the woods on the path he knew blindfolded, sweat flying off his face.
 
Belladonna was going to say something about him trying to protect her since it made her seem weak but she let it pass and went on her way. She had a dagger in each of her hands both dipped in poison. Finging the east side of the camp she was in a tree watching things closely she wasnt going to move until she knew that their was not another enemy in the shadows. She looked at the group following her and made sure they all hid well and hse knew were Raine was she knew where everyone of her team was.
 
-Raine hid in the shadow's of the Tree's, The sun illuminating Piece's of his face at time's, And he Looked over at her,Just for a second, To make sure he was Keeping up with her, He let out a soft sigh as his mind raced, It was bad to think of these type of thing's now, Even foolish, He knew it, But his mind Still circled around the Girl he liked, Bella.. But why did he like her so much.. He did not know, He looked up Hearing a loud Snap behind him and Turned, He then Said, ~Shh~ -He Then turned once again, To look ahead of them,, And He did not let his mind Get back to that Subject,He doubted she Even liked him, And he would not let it get in the way today, If they survived And he asked her if she liked him, And the answer was Positive, Well, Maybe he would ask her out Then,- "But for now, We are comrade's," -He said this Silently in his head, And his eye's Looked up, With a New spark in them, As he watched on ahead of them, Listening to there Surrounding's, Just trying to stay aware,-
 
"With their power, I have no doubt they did." Anniet smiles, calling down from the trees. Yet, a hint of fear touched her tone. They'll be fine, she repeated in her head, trying to convince herself more than anyone. While she runs, she undoes the ties of some of the straps on her clothes, trying to cool herself down before a fight, if there was to be one.

A dark thought enveloped Anniet's mind. "What if they couldn't hold them back, what if they're dead?" she wonders aloud, tears thickening her voice. "What happens to us?" She brushes at a single tear, rolling down the left side of her face. She turns, hoping Falief wouldn't see.

They continue on, as darkness falls. "Shit. If we don't make it back by dark, they'll be able to catch us off guard." Anniet whispers as she glances at the sky again, a worried crease forming between her eyebrows. "Yo!" She calls down the trees. "We better hurry." With a burst of strength, Anniet pushes forward, moving faster than any of the other recruits could, save for Falief.
 
Falief had wondered the same thing, what would happen to the twelve of them if the instructors were dead? "Then we do what we've always. Even trained to do. We present our services to King Garin," Falief said, sounding more practiced than from the heart. "But it won't come to that, they'll be alright I'm sure of it.". I hope, he added mentally, putting on and extra burst of speed, overcoming Anniet quickly and jumping into the trees along wih her. As they jumped from branch to branch, he put a hand on her shoulder briefly in flight, "At least we'll be together." he said, flashing her a smile. He leapt onwards with her, still a good distance away.

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The captain of the Charinbol guard strode forth into the demolished camp. He had heard of the talented warriors that resided here, but he had not expected this. Two dozen knights slaughtered, as well as nine of the Magi, he thought, looking about the camp as the three remaining Magi stood over the two scorched Assassins. He joined them, looking at the two barely alive Assassins, "Havenir and Faier of Harklen," he sneered, looking at the two. The friends had been disfigured beyond almost all recognition, but the ice blue and dark green eyes burned with a fire more intense then what they had endured. He remembered those eyes well. He knelt down and removed his helmet, a long deep scar running from the edge of his mouth to his ear, "I remember you well. Playing in the fields as children, leaving us to join Garin and his conspirators, and then arriving years later to kill all of the people in your beloved home." He spat at the ground in front of them, "Disgraceful." He looked to the Magi, "Where are the bodies of the other warriors you fought?" The eldest Magi, a wizened man with long grey hair, stepped forward, a look of dishonour on his face, "These two are the only opponents we faced tonight." Shocked, the captain looked down on the two, both of their blackened lips had curled into a smile. "You're little attack has failed, Cecil," Havenir said hoarsely. Blood was flowing slowly from one of his eyes, the green orb bloodshot and blurry. "The others were not needed to thwart i-" He had to bite back a cry of pain as Cecil landed a kick to the man's ribs. Faier laughed, his long red hair now very short and non-existant in places, "Cecil? The guard we used to steal apples from? What a surprise!" Havenir joined him, their laughs echoing deep into the forest. Cecil's face hardened, "Yes, the apple thieves of Harklen. I will be the one to happily end your fun." He reached into his Cuirass and pulled a small hand-held device, "The Magi have been experimenting with powder, and this is what they came up with." He lowered the primitive pistol and shot Havenir in the gut. Havenir gritted his teeth in pain, a new wave of unknown pain flooding his body. Cecil did the same to Faier, the elven man almost screaming in the pain from his stomach. "I have heard that this is the most painful way to die, your own body eating you from the inside," he said, inspecting the weapon. "In but a short time, you will die, and I will have your heads." He gave a deep laugh, the sound reaching the watching eyes of Falief and Anniet, who had just arrived to see the slow murders of their instructors.
 
Beladonna was holding herself back she wanted to run and find out what they where using it sounded fun watching her enimies being eaten from the inside out. She tried to tell what it was but she couldnt, she was rather pissed but could hold herself higher than showing her emotions because she knew if she moved she could be found out she looked at the group with her and sighed she was either going to have to fight or run and both options piss her off.
 
With her eyes widening uncontrollably, Anniet's hands flew to her face. Her terror soon became fury. Anniet, forgetting that she should have stayed hidden, ran forward, already sending a flurry of rods at the bigger one. Tears streamed freely down her face, as Faier and Havenir had always been her favorite mentors. However, behind her tears, the glint of murder was clear in her eyes. She would not let their deaths go unpunished. Forgetting her weapons, Anniet beats them with her fists, not caring if she was really was hitting them.
 
Falief's blood ran could the minute he heard the explosion of the tiny mechanism and he saw Havenir grip the ground in pain. He gritted his teeth as a wave of anger passed over him. He put his hand to his mouth and gave a loud whistle, one which echoed around the camp. His impromptu signal to attack. As Anniet flew into a rage, he was right behind her, and then past her as he focused solely on the unhelmeted guard. The Magi reacted to the rushing individuals, fire licking their fingertips as they hurled scorching balls of fire at the two of them. Falief dodged and leaped around them, his eyes never leaving the guard. As the man raised the weapon to him, Falief knew exactly what he was dealing with. "Anniet, it's a miniature cannon!" he yelled as they continued towards the small group. Cecil grinned maliciously and fired. Falief raised his arm as he felt white hot pain dance across his left shoulder. He was stopped in his tracks by the power of the bullet, hitting the ground on his back. He grabbed at his wound and went to get up, only receiving a boot to the stomach from the guard, who had left the Magi to deal with Anniet. Falief grunted as he felt his ribs shift again, he hadn't had time to heal from his test. He landed hard and slid, trembling as he vomited blood onto the ground, trying to catch his breath.

"A simple trainee, not a warrior i see," the guard sneered, gazing down at the young man coughing blood onto the ground. "Havenir and Faier seemed to have failed to make you two the best you can be." He took out a small back of powder and started filling it again. "My my, that one can fight better than you, however. A shame, letting a woman do your job for you," he mentioned, looking over to Anniet fighting the Magi. "Seems as though you're but a helpless sheep falling prey to a wolf." He put another ball into the barrel, cocking the pistol and aiming at Falief.

The Elder Magi stood in the back, watching the seemingly teenage girl beat one of his colleagues to death with just her fists and those peculiar metal rods. He flinched, looking to his last remaining mage, a badly wounded thirty year old who had received a rod to his leg. The old man made a quick decision. He held his hands out wide and a circle formed beneath him. Anyone with any form of magical prowess would feel that the man was about to leave this world for travel. He started uttering old words of power as the last mage limped towards the old man, leaving his friend to be beaten.

 
Out of the corner of her eye, Anniet sees the man who acts like he is the leader prepare to deal the killing strike to Falief with his miniature cannon. She sends a chop to her opponent's throat, sending him to the ground. She kicks him across his face, hearing bones crack under her foot. Stalking over to Falief's attacker, she takes a rod from the shoulder of one of the dead. "Don't you dare kill him." She whispers, barely audible. When it appears that the leader didn't hear her, she shouts at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard, "Don't you dare kill him!" The man turns around, the whole jungle hearing her. Unbeknownst to her, Anniet's eyes flash a dangerously bright orange, the exact opposite of her normally ice blue eyes. The man saw it, as did Falief and the Magi, who caught only a glimpse before he was gone. The color change was only there for a few seconds, but it was there long enough for anyone looking to see it. In that moment, black splotches appeared in front of Anniet's eyes, the only indicator to her that something had happened. Halfway blindly, she slings a rod in his direction, the black stick whizzing past his ear, just barely missing him. Her vision clears, and she finds that she has missed.
 
Cecil's hand stopped right before he pulled the trigger. He turned to the girl with a sneer, "Oh don't worry, You're ne-" he stopped mis-sentence. He saw the bright orange eyes flashing in the flare of the fires. For a moment he thought it was a trick of the light, but he gulped,d knowing differently. He had seen those eyes once before, and they haunted him every night. He was frozen in place from the girl's glare, incredulous and begging his legs to move. He saw the rod flash towards him, his eyes growing wide, but relief washed over him as it missed. The girl's eyes were normal again, seeing that he raised the device at her this time. "Red hair, orange eyes, clever Faier." he mumbled to himself, about to squeeze the trigger before hearing a noise behind him.

Falief watched in amazement as he felt a wave of warm air rush over him. He gritted his teeth, standing behind Cecil while he was frozen. Holding his left arm, he hobbled towards the guard, intent on breaking his neck while he was frozen. He didn't know what Anniet had just done, but it had saved his life. By now all the recruits had rushed towards the group, still a ways a way. To far to help her, he thought as her eyes faded back to blue. As the rod whizzed past his ear, Falief grabbed the thing out of mid-air, gripping it tightly. When Cecil raised the pistol to fire at Anniet, Falief's mind went blank. He moved quickly now, the leaves rustling around his body as it moved by itself. Blood sprayed out of his left shoulder as he forced it to move, beside the surprised guard now. His right hand shot out and forced the pistol down, his left hand, gripping the sharp rod, rocketed upward to the man's elbow. The guard screamed in pain as Falief forced the rod through bone and sinew, the metal exploding out the other side of Cecil's elbow, a loud crack sounding as his arm was bent backwards. Cecil dropped the pistol, the device landing on the ground with a soft thump. Falief's eyes were hard and calculating, the green dark with hate at this man who had taken what little they had, and then threatened what he did have left, Anniet. He gripped both ends of the rod and twisted it harshly, more screaming and bones cracking were heard. Finally, the arm simply twisted freely, the bone shattered and the muscles tore. Not done yet, Falief put the guard on the ground and yanked the injured arm with all his strength, the flesh ripping free of the body. Howling in pain now, Cecil lay in a pool of his own blood, which was rapidly expanding, holding his stump of an arm while Falief held the piece of meat. Reaching into the arm, Falief yanked the broken bone out of the flesh, the sharp edge enough for his goal, which was obvious by the look in his eyes.

"Quite the connection they have," an unheard voice whispered to his dying friend. Faier had watched the whole fight, holding his stomach as blood and stomach acid dripped out. "I hope that Falief learns to... Channel that anger," Havenir grunted, not even bothering to hold his stomach. The two friends were laying some five meters from the fight, burned, bleeding and dying, they watched their children carve a blood mess out of the remaining forces. Havenir grips his broken sword hilt, channeling what little strength he had into the enchanted weapon. It glowed brightly, Faier doing the same with his bow. The weapons each had a name on them, the names of who they belonged to and would always return to. And now the names changed.
 
Anniet's bones seemed to be made of steel, her blood fire, her skin the most impenetrable armor. Her anger fueled that hallucination into her mind, but she was simply a mortal. Still, she fought as if demons possessed her, taking rods from the bodies that littered the ground, and unleashing them in mere moments. Five protruded from the man, two in his middle chest, the other three sticking out from his shoulder. Seeing Falief's intent, she steps back, allowing him to deal the killing blow, as the man had nearly done to the both of them. As she stops fighting, all the strength she had leaves her, and she falls to the ground, exhausted. A headache starts up, and she shakes her head, trying to break the pain.

((Sorry, writer's block ^^'))
 
while her group raced towards the enemy she headded a different route and headded to the magi that Anniet nearly killed she was going to find out what they had just used. She got over to him and felt for a pulse "good alive." She started to look through the bottles she had in her pockets and pulled out a pink powder "good i can finally use this again." What it did was wake up anyone with its strong smell but the problem was would he be a good person or just try to run "oh good idea i know just what to do." She began to look for something she could use as a pen she found a burnt stick that she could write with. She began to write on the mans head somekind of circle that the others had probably never seen "that should keep you still." It was a sealing circle that was mostly used to keep the magical from useing the magic. She opened the bottle to the powder and instantly everyone could smell rotting eggs. She waved the powder under the mans nose waiting for him to wake.
 
Falief's knuckles cracked as he held the bleeding man's shattered bone in his hand. Cecil made gutteral sounds on the ground, looking up at Falief, rods sticking out of him and bleeding fast. Falief raised the bone and brought it down next to the guards head. The man flinched, looking at Falief with questioning eyes. "You're going to bleed to death. Why would I quicken the process," Falief said darkly, walking away from the man, picking up the pistol as he went. He reached Anniet and knelt beside her, his arm still bleeding decently bad. He went to put his hand on her shoulder, his left arm useless now, and coax her back to standing. "We need to get our things, before any reinforcements come." He took out a concoction of his own, herbs and mushrooms, and gave it to Anniet. He had given these painkillers to Anniet before for her headaches, but this dosage would probably make her woozy as well. He called out to the recruits to get their things before limping towards Belladonna, "Get information out of him, the more painfully the better," Falief asked of her, the smell not even registering to him at the moment. As he walked, he hoped Anniet had followed him towards the two burned corpses that had stopped moving a few minutes ago. He gritted his teeth, he had killed before, and he had experienced pain before, but there was one thing that the instructors had not prepared many of them effectively for. The loss of a comrade. He stood over the bodies of Havenir and Faier, their weapons lying broken at their sides, and looked at them for a long while.

Jorgan and Feyorn had managed to not be found by the recruits. They had just gotten to the ravine when the battle cries of the Assassins reached their ears. "Oh no," Jorgan stammered, racing off on new found energy, his wounds forgotten. Feyorn ran clumsily after the Master, trying not to run into trees.

Yasir groaned as he woke. There was s smell of breakfast in the air. He grinned, he was back home in Charinbol and his wife had made him eggs. He'd have to remind her to get fresher eggs next time though. As he tried to get up, he found that he could not, and he felt warm liquid on his face. Suddenly, he was in great pain. His face, his leg, and his entire being screamed in agony, and he followed suit, a high-pitched scream left his mouth as he stared into the sky. A woman was over him, running a bottle of vile smelling something under his nose. He tried to shoo her away, to blast her in the face with fire, but his magic did not burst forth. "B-Bitch," he stammered, blood dripping off his broken face. He realized what had happened, why his body was screaming for a sustenance that was no longer there, his magic had been sealed, his very being was missing a piece of it. Knowing what would happen next, he tried to open his mouth and bite off his tongue, but found he was missing the strength, and the teeth, to do so.
 
Anniet took the medicinal herbs, soon feeling their effects come into play. She stumbles toward the tent she shared with Belladonna, fumbling with the lock on her chest. Her headache soon faded to a dull throb. Leaving the lock, as her shaking hands cannot hold the key steady, she goes back outside, moving to where Falief is. He's staring over the bodies of Faier and Havenir. She kneels down, placing her hand over their eyes as she closes them. Still kneeling, she begins cursing, soon getting louder. "We couldn't save them! If we'd gotten here sooner, if I hadn't gone back, we could've gotten here in time." Tears sprang to her eyes, not for the first time today. She curls into a ball, not knowing what else to do: her entire world had been uprooted: two of the three people she had ever felt something more than just siblings-in-arms had died, and now they were expected to meet someone they had never heard more than that he was the king. It could've just been a slight over-dosage of the drugs Falief gave her, but Anniet didn't believe it.
 
Belladonna laughed at Faliefs comment "is their any other way to get information." She had her hand on the guys face and when she saw that he was awake she smiled "what a heavy sleeper you are i think it will be fun to play with you for awhile." Moving so that she was actually sitting on the ground beside him she bent down to whisper into his ear "you know love it would be so much fun if you told me what that stuff was they used to kill with i would love to make some of my own you see i think its quite a fun thing to watch someone die from being poisoned and trust me i know how to make a slow thing go even slower." She started to laugh as she started to look him up and down she was wondering how she could make life more painfull and she found the perfect way while looking him in the eyes, with a evil grin she yelled over to Anniet that was in their tent "hey will you bring me my favorite book you know the big one with all my recipies because i think i am going to have to find the right fix for our little guy here."
 
Falief continued staring at the two bodies, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. He knelt beside Faier and started undoing the supply belts about his waist, "They would want us to use all we can use, the satchels, while burned, still have important ingredients in them, Faier always kept some on him. He placed all the equipment of the two instructors beside Anniet, the bow and hilt included. Falief shook his head, looking for a crater to at least bury them in, along with the third instructor. "Where's Jorgan," he mumbled, glancing around at the dead bodies, only seeing knights and Magi. Sighing, he guessed that the Master had also succumbed to the attack. He knelt down to look at the equipment, to focused on being a voice a leadership to mourn them yet. He blinked, looking at the bow. But he smiled none the less, looking towards the hilt as well. "Ann... They left something for us," he said, picking up the hilt and looking at it. He brushed off the flaking burnt blood from the handle, eying the name that had been exquisitely cared into it. His own name, as was Anniet's on the bow. "I've only seen them use these weapons once, remember? When that ogre attacked the camp when we were little." Falief shook the hilt a little bit, trying to remember how Havenir had made a blade appear from the air. He noticed a small jewel in the center of the hilt, and the metal was cracked near it. Fixable, however he would have to find a forge and rework the metal himself, perhaps a mage to help with the magical aspect. The bow had a similar crystal in it, but the bow looked to be in good condition. Shaking his head again, he turned to Belladonna, "Get him to tell us what this device is, as well as how they knew we were here," he called to her, watching the recruits start to gather in the middle.

Yasir growled at the woman, "There is no trick to what Cecil did. You just don't have the technology or the know how to use it!" He spat blood at her face, his face feeling like it was ground meat. "It is not magic, nor poison. It is much more dangerous," he grinned painfully. "Do whatever you please, I can't say anymore." If he could open his mouth anymore, Bella would see that his tongue had been tattooed with a seal, much like Bella's seal on his head. This one kept him from saying anything to revealing, by order of the grand council, the twelve had been forced to undergo this ritualistic tattooing for secrecy.

Jorgan fell to the ground, his white robed stained red now. He grunted, he was on the edge of the camp now, seeing bodies and unknown figures moving through the smoke. He hoped to the Great One that they were his students. He coughed violently, trying to stand. Feyorn appeared and helped him up, "Should we call out to them, Sire?" he asked, looking towards the figures. "I must see who they are first, Feyorn," Jorgan replied, trying to move forward silently.

((Just letting you guys know, I'm going to an anime convention this weekend so I will be slow on posting!))
 
Anniet forced herself to get back up, to look at the bow with her name on it. It was beautifully carved, made from some of the rarest woods, and the best carving. She remembered that time way back when Havenir and Faier had used these weapons. The flax for the string rebounded just perfectly, not to strong or soft. The gem was gloriously bright, shining through the drying blood. Along the top part, her name was engraved, Anniet, in loopy intricate engraving.

Hearing a twig snap behind her, Anniet glances backward, "What was that?" She takes a charred arrow from Faier's old quiver, notching it.

((ARGH!! Sooo short!! Soooo sooorrryyyy!))
 
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