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"No need to brag!" Alexander shouted as Valentine darted off. He followed closely behind the larger male, jumping over him and landing in the middle of two guards. With a quick series of hand movements, they fell, deep gashes lining their torsos. The assassin gave little time for the remaining men to react, throwing several knives their way. Two of the four he'd thrown hit their target in the upper chest. The other two struck the guards in the lower abdomen. "Damn. Off by a few inches." What soldiers remained ran off in fear for their lives, and no doubt to get reinforcements. The few people who had been passing by screamed in terror, which did little in helping the two slip away. "Alright, so you can fight. But how fast can you run?" He chuckled, dashing off down the street, weaving in and out of the growing number of on lookers. "If we lose each other, we'll meet in front of the Church in half an hour!" He shouted, jumping and grabbing ahold of the top of a low wall.
Alexander pulled himself over, and landed quietly into someone's personal garden. Luckily, no one was there, so he easily jumped the second wall. He'd now landed in the middle of a nearly deserted section of the street. There were merchants on either side, where most of the road's occupants had diverted too. He stood out as a second group of guards pushed their ways through the shoppers. Alexander drew his sword as the first of the four men advanced on him, dodging the sweep of a sword and running his own into the man's torso. With a hard tug, his blade slid out of the body and it's handle smacked a second guard in the chin. The assassin spun, sending a clean slice down his newest opponent's body. The other two hesitated at first, but decided to charge him together. Alexander could kill them, but he was going to just lose time. Instead, he sheathed his blade and kicked the first into the second. He used the surrounding crowds to lose his pursuers, and once he was sure he'd lost them, made his way to the Church that stood off in the distance.
Alexander pulled himself over, and landed quietly into someone's personal garden. Luckily, no one was there, so he easily jumped the second wall. He'd now landed in the middle of a nearly deserted section of the street. There were merchants on either side, where most of the road's occupants had diverted too. He stood out as a second group of guards pushed their ways through the shoppers. Alexander drew his sword as the first of the four men advanced on him, dodging the sweep of a sword and running his own into the man's torso. With a hard tug, his blade slid out of the body and it's handle smacked a second guard in the chin. The assassin spun, sending a clean slice down his newest opponent's body. The other two hesitated at first, but decided to charge him together. Alexander could kill them, but he was going to just lose time. Instead, he sheathed his blade and kicked the first into the second. He used the surrounding crowds to lose his pursuers, and once he was sure he'd lost them, made his way to the Church that stood off in the distance.