28 Her Injury (1/2)

The moonlit blade plunged down and stabbed into the blankets. There were no fidgeting and there were no bloodstain. A moment of silence condemned on the five figures as they waiting to see the blood come out and stain the blanket. When there were none one of them spotted something was wrong and lifted the blanket. Not surprisingly there was only a pillow underneath.

”We were tricked.” The assassin said and motioned for the others to go out the tent.

The other assassins nodded and began running towards the door.

”She must be close by. Find her!” One shouted and then split up to cover more ground. Two of the assassins went into the tents and searched in there for their target but no luck. The other three assassins went into the forest in different directions. They were given the money so they must fulfill their duty.

Unlucky for them a young man stood among the tree branches watching them. A smile hung on his lips and his brown eyese flashed.

When one of the assassins arrived close to where he was his hand lowered to his sword. With a small rustle he jumped down prepared to slash with his sword. However the assassin was also an elite and immediately knew to move away from his place. He looked around to a charming young boy with a smile on his face. The moonlight only lit up half of his face but the assassin could see the sparkle in this boy's eyes.

His hand moved to his dagger but the boy was much faster and with a powerful swoop his sword grazed the assassins hands and the dagger dropped down the tree. The assassin did the wrong move of looking down and the boy took this chance to strike.

”You shouldn't be distracted when in a battle.” He whispered into the assassin's ear and used elbow to slam him into the tree.

The assassin quickly got up and lunged at the boy.

”Looks like I underestimated you.” He replied back.

In one smooth motion he took out another dagger from his boots pierced it at the boy. The boy dodged the attack and raised his sword and sliced at his arm.

A cunning smile appeared on the assassin's face as he twisted his hand and the dagger's blade pointed at the boy's chest. At the same time as the sword sliced down the assassin's arm the dagger pieced at the boy's chest.

Warm blood bursted out and splattered all over the tree, the warm liquid dripped off from the leaves and the branches.

On top of the branch two injured figures panted as one clutched his arm and the other touched his left chest. The assassins right arm has been cut off and that arm is not probably lying somewhere below the giant tree. The boy clutched his chest as the red stain only grew bigger.

Despite his severe wound the assassin used his other hand to lift the dagger again and lunged at the boy. The boy panted but he stood up and defended himself by blocking the attack. The assassin jumped back before striking again. He sliced multiple times at the boy with extreme speed and power. The boy stepped back and missed many of the slashes but that does not mean that he missed all of it. Multiple cuts appeared on his sleeves but thankfully the dagger only grazed his skin.

The assassin cursed a bit and got a bit closer to do the finished stab but the boy only smiled. As the assassin came close and raised his arm he took the chance to raise his sword and pierced through the assassins stomach.