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Chapter 1
Altair reached the city, fully armored. He passed through the huge gates, immediately met by chaos. People, some not even people, were bustling about. He saw a couple of thieves, tearing up posters. Altair sighed, knowing that he had just met his greatest challenge yet."Need food, sir?"
Altair whipped to the side; a storekeeper was outside his store, advertising. "Oh, yes." The storekeeper nodded and pointed to a shelf full of supplies for making food. Altair glanced at the shelf. "Can I get something already made?" he asked. The storekeeper looked a little annoyed but shook that off. He pointed to another store. "I only sell supplies. Go to Flesh, he has some pre-made."
Altair nodded and entered the other store. A little bell rang as he entered. Flesh, the storekeeper, was yelling and trying to stop a fight. Altair stood, watching. He noticed Flesh was beginning to... smoke? He was smoking! Not with the cigarette. His body was. Eventually, the two people stopped and started to Altair. One shoved him out of the way, and Altair stumbled back and caught himself. "I'm sorry sir," Flesh said, walking toward Altair. The steam had gone off now. "I just don't like people fighting in my store!" Flesh raised his voice at 'people,' looking at someone in one of the isles. The person snorted and kept looking. "Um, yes," Altair said.
"Anyways, I have a ton of food, if you would like to look!" Flesh exclaimed. Altair nodded and walked over to a shelf. Pastries. The looked delicious, and he looked over at Flesh, who was arguing with the person from before. He grabbed a package and walked over to the counter. He set the package down on the counter, and reached in his cape pocket, looking for gold to pay with. He heard a loud THUMP and turned around. Nothing unusual, except Flesh smoking again. He looked back at the counter, and the pastries were gone! Instead, there was an arrow with a hood carved on it. "Flesh?" Altair called.
"What is it?" Flesh said walking over. Altair pointed to the counter, at the arrow. Flesh snorted.
"Slate."
"Who's he?"
"A thief who always steals from this store."
"Why hasn't he been arrested yet?"
"A bigger criminal killed most of the army."
Altair was surprised. He looked over at the store ahead of them, and a hooded man with a bow and arrow was sitting on the roof, holding the package. He shot Altair a look and ran off. Altair grunted.
"Why don't you do something about it?" he asked Flesh.
"Oh, believe me, I've tried."
"...and?"
"Guess."
Altair sighed, and grabbed another package, and paid for it. "Well, keep an eye out, and maybe you can catch him.
"In my dreams," Flesh laughed.
Altair started for the door to notice two people blocking it. Male and female. He was about to walk up to them to ask them to move when he heard them arguing.
"..... so I would suggest you step down."
"Why should I? You should be dead already."
"But I'm not, am I? Now leave, weak."
"I'm not weak."
"I'm the biggest criminal in this entire city." Altair heard this. The biggest criminal. In a tiny store?
"So?"
"I can kill you in seconds, along with your entire family."
Altairs eye got a little red, hearing this. The second soul in him began talking to him. That's no way to talk to a lady.
Altair grinned.
We should stop them.
No! That's the biggest criminal in--
He saw the man about to hit her.
Never mind.
He ran up to them and grabbed the man's wrist right before impact. "Hey, treat the lady nicer than that.
Altair let go, and the man instantly touched his arm. The golden armor began turning purple. "What the--"
He tore off the armor and threw it a couple of feet away. Flesh noticed and started to them. A new golden armpiece came flying past the girl and slammed into place on Altair's arm.
"Clever... if that poison had stayed there, you had a mild chance of death. Don't mess with me. I can treat anyone like--"
That's when Altair slapped him, and his glove turned purple. He threw it off and summoned another glove.
"Watch yourself, boy."
The man turned away.
Altair jumped up, and said, "For the protection of all souls, I am a god." All his armor came off, and red armor appeared with a white cape and slammed on him. The man turned around, grinning.
"You're challenging me?"
"Oh yeah."
What are you doing?
Fighting.
You saw what he did! Don't--
The man ran up and grabbed his chest plate. The plate flamed red, and the poison came out. Altair watched the poison float away--
WHAM.
The man had punched Altair in the face while he was looking away, sending him back a few yards. Flesh jumped out of the way, smoking. Altair slid on the ground, sparks flying. He quickly got up and looked for the man. "And why haven't you been arrested?! What happened?" He felt the breath in his ear.
"want to know where they are, and why I'm not arrested?"
"Because I killed them all."
Altair felt a shove, and fell to the ground. He leaned up and saw the man leaving. "I'll find you!"
WHAT? You just sealed death for us.
I know.
Altair glanced at the lady, who was recovering her hood. He saw fox ears while she covered her head, and ran out the door.
Altair sat there, and all the red armor turned back to gold. He glanced back at Flesh. "Sorry!"
"You'll be even more sorry if you don't get off my floor and stop fighting!" Flesh yelled, smoking like he was on fire.
Altair quickly got up, and left the store, thinking about what just happened.
Chapter 2
*to be continued*
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