Fight (Altair x Reader) Part 11

You and Altaïr were inside the temple; Malik and Kadar was as well, but they went a different way.

No. You both went the other way. Malik carried a small map displaying the layout of the temple and corridors, but Altaïr thought his way was faster.

Altaïr. You grimaced slightly. He broke a couple rules of the Creed; one being 'Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent'. He interrogated an elderly man earlier, but when Altaïr finished asking questions, the old man hobbled away. Altaïr must have thought he was running away to give away your position because he quickly jammed is hidden blade into his feeble body. The old man whimpered before falling and dying. You frowned.

He did break another one, but now wasn't the time. 

Though, you were curious what made him think the old man was going to give away your position.

"Altair...why. Why did you kill him?" You asked quietly, hunching over to catch your breath. He slowed down.

"I am just being cautious. I can't risk anyone's life because of one man." He said brusquely before walking fast again. You trudged after him.

"I see. Why did you and Malik fight?" You asked, staring at the back of his white hood.

"We disagree a lot." He said simply. Nothing else. Just that. You shrugged.

"I can see that. How much farther until the dest-"

"See Kadar? Altair should've listened to me." Malik chastised, waving his finger at Altaïr and staring at Kadar. Kadar only shrugged weakly. 

"I guess brother..." He sighed. His head hung low as he softly walked over to the edge of the ledge. You followed subtly. You rested your right hand on his shoulder.

"Are you scared Kadar?" You asked, knowing that he wasn't. He shook his head.

"It's not that. I'm just nervous. I really like some girl back home." He confessed. You laughed.

"If that it, don't worry! We have Malik and Altair– two very skilled masters." You reassured him. He gave his lopsided grin.

"Yes. Thank you. I don't know why I'm thanking you, but thank you." He smiled, slowly getting up. You were glad he was less nervous.

You liked the idea of gossip. Kadar is the cheerful of the group, he's bound to share his little lady friend's name soon enough.

"You know...I keep a journal..." He mumbled. Your head perked up. 

"A journal? Really? Can I see it when we get back?" You said excitedly. He shook his head quickly.

"Of course not! It's my journal." He retorted. You grinned.

"I know. I was just kidding." You smiled, getting up. Secretly, you wanted to read is so badly!

"Altair! Don't you dare!" Malik hissed, punching his shoulder. Altaïr flinched a bit.

"Malik, this is our chance! If we kill him now-" He started.

"You don't get it do you? We are here to retrieve 'stuff'. Not assassinate him! I want to as well, but we don't have the necessary permission!" Malik hissed, looking at Kadar for support.

Kadar fidgeted nervously. "Uh, I'll just stand here...sorry, brother." Kadar looked down. Malik groaned.

Altaïr suddenly jumped down, extracting his hidden blade, and readying it for the neck. Malik yelled in anger, Kadar stared, eyes wide, and you yelled.

"Altair! No!" You screamed, leaning over the ledge.

Sch! The blade, fully extracted, didn't hit the Templar Grand Master's neck.

Oh no. Not at all.

It went back into the respectful position, not injuring anyone.

"Stupid fool..." The Templar Master sneered. Altaïr was rolled onto his side, grimacing at the unexpected landing. 

"I've known what assassins do, stupide." He smirked maliciously. He kneeled down, pointing his sword at Altair's neck. 

"Or are you that stupid to underestimate me?" He grinned. Altaïr snarled.

He spat on the Grand Master's face, causing the sword to dig deeper in his skin. A fine line of blood appear.

The Grand Master, who was Robert, simply wiped off the saliva of his face and frowned.

"I was going to let you live...but I think I'll just... Slice. You. Up." He smiled. He picked up the uneasy assassin and pressed a dagger on his crimson throat. Altaïr held no expression.

"Any last words?" The man asked, running the blade cautiously against his jugular.

"Yes. In fact," he started, smiling triumphly, making Robert look at him in alarm.

"In fact," he continued, "I have some friends." He smiled. The taller man laughed.

"That's nice, meurtrier, but I don't see how that will help you-"

"I had enough!" You whispered. You leaped down, ignoring Malik's screams of protests and Kadar's mangled cry.

Robert, shocked at the sudden intrusion, threw Altaïr out of the way. His body rolled over to an exit way; walking crumbling down, blocking it. You stood wearily.

"You will not kill him!" You cried out, holding your sword's handle. It wasn't out, but you were ready. A shuffle of feet gained your attention.

"I'll help you, (y/n)." Kadar murmured, sword drawn out, waiting for the moment to strike. You smiled in thanks. 

"Hn. Brave, but foolish." Malik mumbled out of nowhere. You gave him a sheepish grin. You had no idea how they got down, but you were thankful.

The bald man spoke. "There are only three of you. One a Master. The rest, useless." He man smiled in pure amusement. Kadar cursed softly. 

"You are a talker. A lot of talk, but no strength. Or courage." Malik retorted, checking you both if you were offended deeply.

You simply shoved off the rash comment and changed the feeling of slight fear into anger. Angry because you weren't sure if Altaïr was deeply hurt or not. You cared about him, but now wasn't the time. And Kadar was a bit offended.

Kadar took it all in; he grimaced, his self-pride was lower immensely. Malik gave him a look of pity and empathy.

"If you think I am better than you, come at me." Robert smiled smugly,  "You are pathetic, so try." He snickered. 

Malik's eyes flared in anger. You knew he had a hot temper! He whipped out his sword and charged at him.

The master simply deflected the hit and calmly commanded, "Guards...there are two others. Why don't you put yourself in use and kill them!?"

You and Kadar were ready; swords drawn, back to back, muttering words of encouragement. A guard tried hitting you, but you sidestepped. His momentum pulled him downward, enough time for you to jam your sword downward. He howled in pain before going slack. You turned around, worried for the younger brother.

He was busy. He was panting a little; his enemy was clearly better trained than yours. You snuck around, trying to grab Kadar attention. He saw you waving your hands behind the guard.

'Taunt him or something! I'll do the rest!' You mouthed. He nodded and smiled.

"Oh Templar! You're so weak!" He sang. The Templar grit his teeth.

"Says the novice that can't kill me." He scoffed. Kadar smiled again. You were crouching ver looking at Malik fighting and Kadar teasing him. So far so good.

"Oh! But you'd have killed me by now!" Kadar acted, pretending to be confused. You stifled a laugh. He grinned.

"Ok. That's enough!" The Templar groaned. Trying to stab Kadar's blind side. You reacted quickly, running behind him and jamming your blade into his unprotected neck. His death was quick. The man's body was tense and suddenly went slack, signaling he was dead.

"Thank you. I was getting a bit tired." Kadar sighed, ashamed. You patted his back.

"It's alright. Let's help your brother!" You said, pulling him toward the skirmish. Malik was beyond tired; he looked ready to pass out! He was red, face shiny with sweat, arms going weak.

Kadar tried to get his attention by throwing a rock behind him. It did. However, not the way he wanted.

Malik turned around, thinking it was another enemy. Robert, seeing this as an opening, slashed down, cut Malik's arm.

Malik howled, face contorting with pain. He grabbed his bleeding arm, applying pressure to his once white robes.

You rushed over, covering his body. You snarled at Robert.

"Assassins are weak. Puny. And down right annoying." Robert said, dragging his bloody sword across the temple floor. You hissed, secretly looking at Kadar, telling him to sneak behind him and kill him. Kadar knew already what to do, watching his brother writhe in pain. You had done it earlier, so he knew the process. Strangled cries flew from Malik's mouth. You were pulling his body away from the Templar to lean him on the wall.

Kadar took a deep breath, and charged forward from the hiding spot. Robert turned around quickly, throwing a rock at his stomach. A rock that we all didn't see. It was like a smal, boulder. Kadar gasped and continued running, but a lot slower this time. 

Robert smiled lazily, pushing Kadar away, grasping his neck and pushing him to the wall. He slammed Kadar's head to the hard, cold wall. Kadar groaned before slowly fall down. He seemed dead. His eyes, were pouring into yours, staring before he blinked.

You cried out. Malik could only cling onto his arm, trying to stand up and kill the man who slammed his dearest brother's head to a wall. He could only watch, to weak to move.

"Most easiest assassins I've ever met." He muttered. You were trying to wrap Malik's arm, watching Kadar's shuddering, close-to-death body fro, the corner of you eye. 

"Vous. Dernier. Turn around." The man said.