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Luca listened to the man speak once more, following his movements from atop the wall. He clasped the pistol on his side, seeing how the man had done a good job of antagonizing his allies. He dragged it out of its holster and stood, quickly aiming at the Templar, hoping to hit the head but of course, with his less than perfect aim, the bullet would miss and whiz past the man's ear right as the sound of the shot was heard.
Jeremiah ducked to the side, his right foot slipping off of the platform, gravity pulling him awkwardly to the ground. He grasped his ankle with a half-hearted cry of pain, and grabbed the side of the platform. He pulled himself up, twisting his foot around, making sure it hadn't broken, or anything of the sort.
He gripped the hilt of his sword, pulling it from it's sheath and waving it dramatically in front of him. Finally, an Assassin had come. Now was the time to kill. Now was the time to finish this silly system of killers. Several footsteps came from behind him as soldiers came to his sides, though he shooed them away with a simple flick of the hand.
"He's mine." he said simply.
The boy watched in amazement as the man fell on the ground. Sighing, he watched as the man pulled out his sword and dismissed his men. Luca quickly made his way to the ground, pulling his sword just as he landed. He eyed his opponent, trying to see if the man had any obvious openings that he could use or any physical traits to look out for, other than that awkward situation that would hopefully hurt his footing. Without saying a word, he took his stance, holding his sword outward.
Jeremiah straightened himself out, pointing his sword toward the intruder. He moved slowly, step by step, in a circle. He moved forward slightly each step. He glanced back at the soldiers behind him. They were all taking steps backwards, not quite sure what to do.
"Go!" Jeremiah growled and they back further away, leaving him and the Assassin to fight it out.
Luca almost mimicked the Templar's movements, not distrubing the distance between them one bit. After a few moments, he took a large step forward without moving his back leg too much except for a quick pull and pushed his sword towards the Templar.
Jeremiah elegantly flicked his sword to block the swing. The force of the lunge made him struggle a bit, but he gave in and moved to the side. Well, this one was persistant. He continued to move in a cirle, and slowly waved his sword.
After another moment, he slashed his sword through the air, aiming for the Assassin's shoulder. As he did so, he spoke. "Watch yourself, boy, you'll poke your eye out!"
Unresponsive to the taunt, Luca calmly moved himself back when the Templar avoided his blow and when an attack came his way, he parried it and took a step forward to take another jab, aiming to start a more rapid exchange of blows. He knew better than to waste his breath during a fight to answer his opponent.
Jeremiah, in a vain attempt to dodge the Assassin's blow, let out a gasp of pain. He saw blood dripping from his lower arm, his sleeve ripped. He growled, and swung his sword at the Assassin multiple times, hoping for at least a single hit.
As his opponent's blows got fiercer, Luca was forced to defend himself constantly. Before long, he got a rip on his cheek as he tried to dodge and a rather deep one on his shoulder. He made a quick leap back, holding the weapon somewhat loosely. He forced himself to keep the sword up without whimpering, doing his best not to reveal his pain by biting his lower lip.
Jeremiah laughed evily as he saw the man's cuts. His shoulder, his cheek, it was only a matter of time until he had a steel blade running through his very heart. Each swing he waited for another attack, but none came for a while. Suddenly, he stopped attacking. There was no way he could lose, so why not give the poor boy half-a-chance?
"Your turn, boy. Fight me."
Luca glared at the man, regulating his breathing. He didn't move for a moment, trying to think of a way to catch the man off guard. He leaned his back against the wall for a split second before sprinting forward. He feinted a slash with his sword while he pulled out his hidden knife which spun in its place, allowing him to grasp its handle and use it like a regular knife and swung it up to meet the Templar's sword and push it the other way to create an opening for his sword.
Jeremiah, surprised at the boy's trick, could say nothing but utter a grunt. He heard the knife hit his sword, and realized that there was an opening, far bigger than needed for the Assassin to slip his sword through. He pictured it in his mind, the sword entering his gut, and him falling on to his back, hardly grasping onto life.
"No!" he shouted, though he could not do anything to save himself.
He thrust his sword at the man with all his might, his arm aching more as his muscles flexed. He didn't look to see if the attack had landed; feeling the resistance on the metal was enough to tell him it had. He gritted his teeth as he stumbled back, drawing his sword out from his opponent's gut. He quickly regained his balance and looked over at the man. He finally spoke, "Weren't you gonna kill me, old man?"
Jeremiah gasped for breath, falling flat on his back when the blade was taken out from his stomach. He tilted his head only just enough to see that his soldiers had left. Well, not left, but rather decided to leave him alone. He tell them to stay out of it. Blood spilled from his gut, and he thrust his hands to the slit where the blade had entered, putting as much pressure on it as he could.
"I was..." he coughed. "And y-your lucky... This time." he fumbled his hand around in his belt, coming out with a small knife. He made an attempt to throw it, but failed miserably. It soared far past the Assassin, clinking on the cobblestone ground. He began to pull himself away from the boy, attempting to get out of his reach.
Luca walked towards the man. "You're right. I was quite lucky," he said, readying his sword as he approached him with a quick walking pace.
A soldier rounded from behind a small shed, shouting something at the Assassin. Jeremiah assumed he'd heard the sound of his knife, clattering to the ground. The soldier sprinted towards the Assassin, then was quickly followed by more of them. They readied their weapons and began to fire at the Assassin. Jeremiah got closer to the ground, in multiple attempts to avoid the fire. He saw a few bullets bounce off of the walls, rolling towards him. Feeling like a child, he picked some up, throwing them as hard as he dared at the boy.
The boy turned to the shout and before he knew it, he felt two precise spots on his chest and shoulder. His instincts kicked in and he started running, rushing past Jeremiah. He quickly vanished around the corner and made his way away from the scene, keeping his head low, hoping to find a spot to hide and perhaps tend his wounds.
