Snippet #1305588

It was getting very close to nightfall when Bastian had finally arrived at Blackpond. Unlike Newhaven, Blackpond was practically a wasteland. The city walls surrounded the poverty and violence that occurred on a regular basis. That is why it has become custom to be able to carry a weapon with you at all times. It is very useful for the assassin's because they can actually fit in with ease, but it does start to become a problem when people try to mug you every day. That is why if assassin's are not on missions, they usually stay at the inn. That was the first place that Bastion went, but there was no time to relax. Bastian made a B-line strait for the assassin working in the bar.
"I'm being followed." He said frantically.
"By who?" The female assassin asked.
"I don't know, but--" Before he could finish what he was saying a throwing knife with an explosive tried to it came crashing through a window. The explosive wasn't that powerful, but was enough to knock the female assassin off her feet and knocked her out. Bastian drew his sword, but it was too late. Before Bastian could even react, his follower managed to disarm him. Bastian still couldn't tell who it was, but that didn't matter now. He wasn't as skilled at hand to hand combat. However, it was his only hope.
Bastian threw a punch towards the man. That was enough for him to land a minor blow; It wasn't enough. When Bastian attempted to make a kick, his leg was simply avoided and and then grabbed by the man. The man used his leg to knock Bastian to the ground where the man proceeded to break Bastian's leg. Bastian screamed in pain loud enough for the entirety of Blackpond to hear as the broken bone slowly began to pierce through Bastian's leg tissue for him to see. He knew that if he didn't pass out from the pain, he would pass out from blood loss in a few seconds. As soon as it had come, the pain was gone. He was starting to go numb. He could feel his life slowly slipping away before him, that is until he noticed a dagger the man was carrying that brought his attention back preventing him from passing out. It was a dagger that he had read about before. It wasn't time to reminisce though, he needed to get the little information he had to anyone who finds his dead body.
He hopped that the man didn't notice as he slipped a pouch of acid from under his sleeve. If Bastian had the strength, he would have threw it at the man, but it was to late to think about that now. As the man unsheathed his dagger, Bastian poured the acid onto his hand attempting to write words on it. He couldn't see so he didn't know if it was working, and he couldn't even feel the pain of the acid boring through his hands. It was too late to feel anything now.
And while the man slowly pierced Bastion's abdomen with his odd dagger, Bastion slipped into the eternal sleep.