As Astraid raced down the crowded streets of the market, she scorned herself for letting the Oracle see her. Astraid quickly turned into a small ally. The ally looks like a dead end to all others, but Astraid jumps up, bouncing off the walls. As she reaches the top of the walls, she grabs for the top and… When she comes up she notices the lone figure standing in black, watching and judging her every move.
“Pepper,” she laughs.
“Astraid, for the final time join us or die.” Pepper sneers. He’d been trying to recruit her for the Assassins Guild. Of course, she always refused, beating up all of his little crooks on the way.
“It looks like your little party’s getting desperate if they’re sending their boss.” Astraid mocks.
Pepper smirks and draws the lone sword on his back. It’s silver, with sapphires covering the handle.
“Nice sword. Any chance you’d give it to me and I could go?” Astraid ask’s. Pepper charges her and under her voice, she mutters “No, okay then.”
She lets him land a punch to her gut with his empty hand before she draws her daggers.
She tries kicking him in the balls, but she laughs when she hits a hard plastic instead.
“A cup? Are you afraid?”
“Never against you.” Pepper spits. She kicks him in the gut, and then while he doubles over she grabs his head and shoves it to the ground.
Astraid tsk’s, “a simple move.”
Pepper stumbles to his feet and blocks her violent swings with her daggers. Barely.
She ducks, squats, and swings her leg closer to Pepper, knocking him down. She pins his arms down using her legs. He struggles, bucking and all but she holds firm.
“So I can take your sword and you never find me, or I kill you. The latter would make a statement, I get the sword…”
Rough hands grab at her shoulders and arms. She spins around, breaking the grasp on her arms. About a dozen kingdom soldiers stand behind me.
“Aterala” she grumbles. Astraid backs up till she nearly falls off the ledge.
“Don’t!” A guard exclaims. “You and your friend are under arrest for treason against the Queen.”
She smirked, saluting with two fingers, then jumped, grabbing the ledge of the next building over.
As she pulls herself up guards run from building to building. As they’re not watching, she jumps back to the ground, cursing the underworld again for the pain.
By the time she stumbles back into the Saturday Market, the guards are on the roof of where she is. Astraid snags a plain brown cloak to protect from unwanted protection and runs into the busy crowd of merchants and thieves.
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