two assassin's are better than one ? [rahmil]

[Johannes[Inactive]]

Florence had not caused him this much trouble, the guards on the rooftops had been slow and unskilled with their crossbows. Rome’s guards proved a much tougher challenge. Jan heard the crack of a gunshot behind him and felt the heat as a bullet flew past his head. With his luck, the next shot would hit him in the back. He couldn’t last much longer on the rooftops with the guards after him, he needed an escape.

Running alongside the edge of the roof was not the safest place to be but it gave Jan a clear view of the ground. A leap of faith would put him in a more favorable position but he needed to find a safe place to jump. Another bullet whizzed past him, brushing his left arm. The white fabric of his robe tore away and a line of red started to bleed into the fabric. “Neuken bewakers.” He swore under his breath.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jan finally spotted a cart. It was not going to be a soft landing but it was better than being shot at again. He ran full-speed off the edge, positioning himself to fall into the cart. He wished the hay had broken his fall but it was not enough to stop his body from crashing into the wood. Jan only allowed a quiet groan of pain before jumping out of the hay. The guard still watched from the roof, his gun aimed right at Jan’s head. The assassin didn’t hesitate to run, nearly tackling a young woman to the ground in his escape.

While the tougher guards were not ideal, Jan did appreciate the cooler weather. It still didn’t compare to Amsterdam but it was better than overheating in Florence. As he ran through the streets, he enjoyed the fact that he wasn’t stumbling over his feet. With a glance over his shoulder, Jan could tell that he was no longer being followed. In fact, he was alone on the street. He looked up toward the rooftops and beyond them he could see the gathering gray clouds. Everyone must be heading inside before it started to rain.

Jan tugged his hood farther over his head, it wasn’t going to help much if it poured but sickness was not an option for him. Ultimately, he would need to find shelter but that wouldn’t be until people stopped chasing him out. It also didn’t help that he could barely form a sentence in Italian. That was still a problem.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Gray clouds rolled over Rahmils head while the soft rumble of thunder announced the soon arrival of rain. She knew she should head inside, but she just couldn't find her self to do it.
So there she stayed. Sitting on the roof of the small inn she was staying at, she watched the busy street below. She often preferred inns that were towards the outskirts of the large city, for they did not have as much noise. However, they were also a little too quiet at times. Enough to make her un-easy.

After a few more minutes of people watching, she stood up with a huff, and decided to go inside. But to her surprise, she saw a small disturbance in the steady flow of people. It was a small one, but enough to catch her eye.
Turning her body to get a better look, she noticed the familiar robes, and felt herself smile, getting the immediate impression that it was her good friend, Nicola.
Quickly jumping down to land in front of him, she stopped abruptly. The smile freezing into a grimace.
This was not Nicola.
She took a step back, holding her hand out protectively in front of her, as if to stop him if he were to react.

" _{I am so sorry, I thought you were someone else,} " She muttered.
Sure, he was still a brother to her through the creed, but that didn't make her any more comfortable with him.
She still had some tough social issues, and this was one of her worst nightmares.

[Johannes[Inactive]]

The white figure appeared out of nowhere and a usually fearless Jan jumped at least a foot in the air. He stumbled backward and tripped in the process, landing on the ground with a thump. Jan had tried to catch his fall but most of his weight ended up on his left arm.

The pain was immediate but he gritted his teeth against it, nearly biting down on his tongue in the process. Jan’s good arm fumbled for his sword while his mind raced to find an escape route until he recognized the robes. While the face underneath the hood wasn’t familiar, this woman was obviously an assassin.

Jan had never felt relief like this. His search for the Italian assassins had taken too long, now he had one standing less than four feet away. He quickly scrambled to his feet, gingerly holding his left shoulder but a smile worked its way through the pain. “Assassino!” He blurted out with little effort put into the accent. Jan was too excited for that.

The smile faltered when he noticed the woman’s body language. Her hand was held out in front, as if ready to block any attack that could come from him. She muttered something that Jan could barely hear, much less understand. He cocked his head slightly to the left and shrugged.

“I am sorry, I do not understand.” He stumbled over the words but managed to sound coherent. “Speak loud.” He tried to prompt her as the first rain drops started to fall. It started as a drizzle but Jan could tell that it would eventually turn into a storm. Though for now, it was still safe to be outside.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Her landing had caused him to fall back in shock, and she had to stop her self from laughing.
He was holding his shoulder, which erased any humor she had inside of her.
Was he wounded?
She blinked and almost offered to help him up, but stopped and nearly jumped back her self as he yelled: Assassino!
She hissed a 'shh', glancing around at the people pushing past.
He continued to be loud, asking her to repeat herself louder.
Perhaps she was just paranoid, or perhaps he was just a stumbling fool.
She gave him a quick once over before motioning for him to follow.
Rain had started to drizzle, and would soon turn into a down pour. The poor guy had already hurt his shoulder, she didn't want him to get sick as well.

Weaving through the crowd, she approached the wooden door of the inn she was staying at, and pushed it open.
The pub wasn't too full at the moment, but a few stragglers had walked in to wait out the on-coming storm.
More were soon to come.

After a quick though process of which table to sit at, she finally headed towards one by the wall. It wasn't a corner, but she could still see the entrance.

" _{Do you need ice for that?} " She asked, motioning towards his shoulder.

[Johannes[Inactive]]

Jan was slightly taken aback when the woman shushed him. No one had been paying them mind, honestly most of the people in the street barely glanced their way. She eyed his shoulder and motioned for Jan to follow her through the streets. He didn’t hesitate as she started to weave her way through the crowd.

Jan didn’t have a choice in trusting her; she was the first assassin he had met since leaving Amsterdam. She stopped in front of an inn and pushed through the wooden door, Jan followed cautiously behind her.

Thus far Jan had been kicked out of any establishment he tried to enter. He was cursed with the fact that he not only looked foreign but also could not speak Italian. At least, not well enough for the owner.

When he entered with the woman, the few strangers in the bar chose to ignore him. Also being indoors was a blessing, he had been tired of the heat and his hood had started to drip water into his face. She headed over to a table and Jan followed.

Then she turned to him and said something that was beyond Jan’s understanding but she moved toward his shoulder. He flinched away from the woman, holding his shoulder with his other hand. It was obvious he was in pain, she might be concerned.

“It fine.” He pulled down his hood and partially removed his robe to show the bend in his shoulder. “Old cut.” He didn’t know the word for injury or scars but he hoped that would convey his message.

He sat down in a chair, still holding his shoulder. From experience he knew the pain would stop in a few minutes. Until then he would just have to grin and bear it. “I am an assassino from Amsterdam. I wish to join assassins in Italië.”

[Rahmil Binachi]

Standing behind the chair, Rahmil watched him.
She looked at his shoulder, which he described as 'old cut'.
He was obviously foreign.
“I am an assassino from Amsterdam. I wish to join assassins in Italië.”
Oh.
She continued to stand and observe him for a good minute, before finally settling down across from him.
How was she going to talk to him? He didn't seem to understand much Italian.
Leaning back in her chair, she went over the ways that she could address this situation.
" _{How are you to join, if you cannot understand proper Italian?} " She asked, making sure to slow her speech down so that he could process the words one by one.

[Johannes[Inactive]]

Jan immediately noticed how cautious the woman was being. She watched him, still standing behind the chair as if he was going to leap and attack her. He understood that they were strangers but wasn’t being a brother in robes enough for at least basic trust. He had trusted her, why couldn’t she do the same?

He was relieved when she finally sat down. Then she spoke slowly, and he caught most of the sentence. She was questioning his ability to understand Italian. Jan knew this was a concern. He wouldn’t be able to take orders in Italian.

“I will learn.” Jan insisted. “I know little Italian now.” He scrambled to convince the woman. He did not want to turn around and head back to Amsterdam. While he missed his home, he did not want to disappoint his family.

This was his chance to create relations between the two Assassin’s bureaus and if he managed that, he could only imagine the praise when he did return to his home. “Alsjeblieft, per favore.” He said first in Dutch but then repeated in Italian. “I cannot go back.”

[Rahmil Binachi]

Rahmil could feel the sudden weight of responsibility fall on her shoulders. She knew she could just as easily ditch him, leave him on his own. Or perhaps even attempt to find another Assassin to take him, however she knew that wasn't the right thing to do. So she stayed seated.

She took in his next few statements, while finally getting a close look at him. He definitely looked foreign, alien, different.
His skin was pale compared to the others, but so was Rahmil, so she couldn't judge. But his hair is what really made him different, the sandy blonde color contrasted deeply with his surroundings.
She knew he must have had trouble with that while staying hidden.

"I will learn."
How did he plan to do that? Did he think that she could teach him? She didn't think she knew any teachers her self, let alone have the patients and time to try and do it herself.

“I cannot go back.”
That statement caught her attention. Was he ran out? Was he wanted?
Cocking an eyebrow, she started to ask him why, but then stopped herself quickly. It would just be too hard to try and communicate right now.

[Johannes[Inactive]]

Jan perked up slightly as he noticed his words started to have an effect on the woman. She seemed to be genuinely interested in him and could quite possibly be the person he had been searching for. There was a moment of silence as the woman chose not to speak and Jan scrambled for the right words.

He wanted to ask for the bureau leader, if possible. The higher up, the better the results would be. For a moment, Jan believed he could have the correct sentence but the inn doors swung open. Four heavily armed men walked in, water dripped off their armor and pooled onto the floor.

At first, Jan was going to ignore them. He had learned that if he didn’t bother guards, they did not bother him. It was then that Jan caught the eye of one of the guards and he recognized the face and the gun slung across the man’s back. It was none other than the guard from the rooftop. As Jan recognized the guard, Jan was certain that he was recognized as well. He silently hoped that the guard would decide not to bother. It would work out best for them all.

Too bad that wasn’t the case.

“Oi, you!” The guard called, pointing a finger straight at Jan’s chest. His friends turned around as well and eyed the two assassins at the table.

“Verrek.” Jan muttered under his breath, his hand already on his knife belt. It wouldn’t be long until this turned into a fight and Jan knew he could not deal damage in close combat. He had to do his best before that fight started. “Be ready to fight.” He warned the woman. With a flick of his wrist, Jan sent a throwing knife across the room and the tip was embedded into the guard’s eye. He dropped to the ground before he could scream.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Right as she seemed to get comfortable, he went rigid. Following his gaze towards the door, she noticed the group of guards tumble in.A cool gust of air followed them, along with the fresh smell of rain.
She was going to tell him to keep calm, that they wont interfere, but apparently he had other ideas.
Everything else seemed to happen in a daze as her adrenaline slowly kicked to a start.
“Oi, you!”
A flash of silver,
and then the man was dead.
She didn't have time to register her shock, she was already up and moving. The few people who were in the pub began to scream and rush towards the door, while the bartender threw his glass up and ducked under the counter.
This was going to be...'fun'.

Despite his clumsy fall and hurt shoulder, Rahmil hoped to her best that he could hold his own in the fight, show that he wasn't as skinny as he looked, show that he had some proper training.

Rushing up to the first man closest to her, she quickly scooped up a forgotten glass of beer, and threw it in his open eyes.
His roar was immediate, and his hands flew to his eyes.
Her hidden blade slid out with a hiss, and she pulled back to give the fatal blow, but changed her mind, and instead knocked him with all her might in the head. Knocking him out cold to the floor.
She didn't know about this foreigns morality, and she wasn't going to tell him how to fight.
Though as for her, she was going to try and keep as clean as possible.

[Johannes[Inactive]]

Out of the corner of his eye, Jan watched the woman fight. She was clean and efficient; he also noted that she was careful not to spill blood. Her hidden blade had slid out but she did not use it, choosing to slam her opponent in the head instead.

While the first guard was on the ground, stone cold from Jan’s knife, it seemed that she wanted to cause the least amount of trouble. Jan didn’t have a problem with this. While he killed the first one, he would never be able to repeat a killing blow in a close range fight.

He was so busy watching the woman fight that he didn’t notice the fist barreling toward his head until it was too late. The guard’s large knuckles struck Jan in the side of the head and it sent the assassin reeling. He stumbled a few steps before he righted himself and dodged the knife the guard proceeded to jab in his direction.

On nimble feet, Jan danced out of the guard’s range, drawing another throwing knife. It took all of his will power not to whip it into the middle of the brute’s forehead. It would be too easy.

Instead, Jan slipped around to the guard’s side and whipped the knife; it sliced across the back of the guard’s knee. He instantly fell to one knee and through the pain made a vicious lunge toward Jan. Jan took that moment to land a well-aimed kick to the back of the guard’s head and he was out like a light.

Pain exploded in Jan’s shoulder as the butt of a guard’s sword collided with the twisted spot. Black spots nearly blinded Jan for a second and he almost didn’t have time to block the blade with his bracer.

He held the sword only inches from his face as he scrambled with his left hand to grab a throwing knife. Except, his shoulder refused to cooperate. Panic rose in Jan, he wouldn’t last much longer if he couldn’t get one of his knives.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Rahmil had just finished the third soldier when she checked over on her un-named friend. Just in time to see the soldier jab his injured shoulder, and nearly slice his head off.
With out giving it a second thought, she rushed over to help in the struggle. Balling her hand into a fist, she resisted the urge to cringe. She knew this was going to hurt.
With the soldiers back to her, she had the best chance. Using her momentum from coming to a stop, she drew her hand back and punched with as much force as she could to the back of his skull.
It wasn't enough strength to knock him out, but it was enough to cause him a moment of daze.
Her hand screamed with pain as it began to throb from the impact. Causing her to let out a huff of air and jump back, hoping that it was enough of a distraction for the assassin to strike back.

[Johannes[Inactive]]

The woman came to Jan’s rescue, balling her fist and hitting the guard as hard as she could. It worked as the guard stumbled and Jan was able to duck underneath the sword. This was his moment to strike. Jan was not going to waste any time trying to take down this brute with his bare hands.

He didn’t have the strength for that. What he did have was one last throwing knife left. With careful fingers, Jan unsheathed it and plunged the knife in between the plates on his back, deep into the skin. He must have hit something vital because his hand was covered in blood and some splattered onto his face.

This guard fell with a thump and Jan could now feel the pain in his shoulder. He knew that would not last to fight anyone else. “Rennen!” He called to his fellow assassin, leaping over the fallen bodies and sprinting for the door. It wouldn’t be long until more guards showed up and Jan was not going to wait around until then. Also, Jan could have slapped himself for his stupidity.

“Run!” He shouted over his shoulder, this time in Italian. Jan knew he couldn’t leave his new friend behind but if she wanted to stay and fight, then there would be an issue. He had all intention of getting the hell out of there.

[Rahmil Binachi]

"Run!"
He didn't have to tell her twice.
Although she would have to come back for her stuff later, she sprinted after him, slamming the door shut on her way out.
The streets had calmed down enough to where they could run with out worry of bumping into anyone, but the did have to worry about slipping on the puddles, and just getting too damp in general.
" _{Where are we going?} " She yelled out over the sound of rain, trying to keep her voice slowed so that he could understand.