Put it in spoilers, cuz it's very long...[spoiler][i]Alonfé runs down the dark street, and looks behind him. The night was black, and he didn't want to light anything and give himself away. His run continued, seemingly just him... then the shadows move. He runs by a street light, and 3 figures flash by it, in all black robes and a black hood, with a mask on. The mask is flat, and silver, all anyone could catch before they disappeared again. The chase continues, until Alonfé turns right into an alleyway. He continued on, until his eyes catch a glint of light off the rain-soaked walls. Dead end. He curses, his sense of direction failing him again, and looks back, panting. The three figures stand motionless at the alleyway entrance, staring straight forward, at me. The middle one reaches for his belt, then draws two large swords, blue near the hilt. Silver swords. The one on the left lights a fire in his hands. A mage. The other draws a bow, the bow having blades on it, the arrow cocked and trained on me. What we knew in Bern as a Sniper. 3 trained assassins, one me. I just climbed a freakin mountain, guess they wanted what I found....[/spoiler][spoiler] The assassin with the arrow lets it loose, the arrow whizzing past my head. A silent warning. They did not speak, but I knew why they were here. Before he could knock another arrow, I swing my hands to the side, the wet stone of the walls making haphazardly placed bars across the alleyway, making a straight shot impossible. The mage's fire hits the ground to my right, sizzling the ground. I looked up to see him, his tome open in one hand, other outstretched with another flame burning in it. The sword bearing assassin leaps up the tressle of stone and lands right inside, in front of me. He dashes, swords dragging on the ground. A stick glows in my hands, the light growing then fading into a 1.5m long, golden blade, as wide as my arm. He swings up with both swords, as I strike down, knocking one sword out of his hand. My sword was heavier, and less fragile. He backs up, dazed, and I dash and swing at him, causing a huge gash across his abdomen. He staggers back, horrified, and drops his other sword, falling to his knees. I swiftly slash again, across the neck, finishing him. One down...[/spoiler] [spoiler]The mage fires a bolt of lightning, shattering some of the stone, and the sniper lets another arrow fly, hitting me in the shoulder. I drop my sword as it disappears, and quickly pull the arrow out. It just penetrated my thin plate armour. Poison. Not any poison, Dragonsbane. I curse, they knew their target well. I raise my hand, and winds whip up in the air. I let loose 4 razor sharp blades of wind, green in colour. 2 track the mage, one hitting his hand, the other his neck. The sniper lets loose three arrows, and I focus the blades of wind on defence, blocking them. I can't take more poison. I draw my knife, and charge. He drops his quiver and bow, and comes at me with a knife as well. He swings, clipping my shoulder at the weak point in the armour. I stab at him, and miss, as he comes back again. I duck under his swing, then bring my knife up under his chin, through his jaw. He struggles, until it hits his brain, and I pull it out, blood on my hands. Done. I walk forward wearily, and my head starts pounding, dizziness overcoming me. The poison.... I sit in the alleyway, searching my bag frantically. Herbs, herbs, herbs... Nothing. He looks around, now scared. If he didn't find it, either three things: take the poison, go Super-Saiyan-Dragonslayer again, but lose memory, or take my chances and run home. He decides to take the poison. So he sits there, focusing his energy on clearing it. He starts to vomit. No no no.... he looks around, vision blurred. A green light flashes in the alleyway: the herbs, responding, hearing my silent plea for help. I crawl to the herbs, but they just keep getting farther away. No.... I won't make it.... But he does. He shoves the herbs in his mouth, the bitter taste waking him once more. His vision became normal, and he coughed. He vomited again, but it was blue. The poison... gone. He sighs, then lays there, relieved. Ah, that was tough. But he frowns, remembering: he's immune to common Dragonbane. Which meant.... Ah, nevermind. I'm alive[/i]. [/spoiler]