Snippet #2572982

Something was happening. Everything was covered in an electric blue light. Something wasn't right.

"Their already here. Everyone else, watch the kids. Me and John are going on a little hunting trip." And with that, they both made their way to the courtyard. Three met them outside the doors of the dorm. John took out two, both wristblades into their foreheads, Alkir ending the third with a swift blow to the throat. John quickly took the bow out. They were everywhere. If they got to the dorms, it would be an absolute slaughter. John began shooting, and took out a small group that emerged from the treeline. Then, he heard a gunshot. "Damn, we better hurry." They began their attack on the masses. There were around 20 of them. John got three more, Alkir got four. They had now run out of arrows, but they had attracted enough attention. John quickly ran for a cleric making his way to a dorm. Two were blocking his way, blades drawn. He slid, cut each of their calves, and shoved both of his blades into the back of their heads. He could hear the third, first running, and then swinging. John ducked, stabbed him in the hand, then in the throat. One was beginning to make his way towards room, by scaling the dorm building. John threw his shorblade, and caught the Cleric his torso, dropping him to the ground. John quickly ran over, and pulled his blade out of the man. Alkir had brought hellfire upon a small group of Clerics, ending each of them. Then, their capitan made an appearance. Alkir charged him, but the man simply shot him, with a seemingly ancient Colt.

He continued walking towards John, and pulled out a shortblade. It was clear he wanted a duel. "So this is how you want it. Alright, to the death then." John drew his own blade. The capitan swung, and john ducked to the left, letting the back of his blade absorb the blow. John swung with his left hand, the capitan blocking with his freehand. He needed to end this fast, otherwise he would be overpowered. The capitan attempted to stab, John parry'd it with his left wristblade, and poked with his shorblade, just nicking the captans throat. He followed with a kick to the stomach, which was blocked. John threw a right hook, hoping the capitan would bite. He did, and never saw John's knee kick coming. The capitans leg snapped like a twig. He screamed in agony, as John began to cut the mans throat. John shut the capitans eyes, and went back to war on the clerics. They seemed to be fleeing, perhaps retreating to come up with a new gameplan. They had clearly underestimated the forces at this academy, and John doubted they'd make the same mistake twice.

John wanted to follow, but, that was against his better judgement. He needed everyone to regroup. Alkir was laying on the ground, clearly in serious pain. John made his way over.

"Shutup, and listen." Alkir spoke frantically, this must've been important, so John complied.
"We knew this was coming, since the day I signed you up to come to this academy. Fuck what their going to teach you in the mountain, it's all sunshine and fucking rainbows. In reality, we live by three simple rules.
1- An innocents life is worth more than your own, protect them.
2- Never compromise your brothers in arms.
3- Honor the dead, no matter who they were whilst they lived.
Remember, There is no truth, only that which is permitted to appear as truth."
And with that, Alkir took his dying breath. The words stung John deeply. This went against everything he'd ever been taught. God, really wasn't all that. Life had no greater purpose, other than what he, himself, gave it. This was new, it was radical, and it made sense. The rules were simple enough. He decided to follow what Alkir told him, rather than the self-righteous laws of the assassins. A lot of things were going to change. He began looking around for the rest of his new-found friends, to see if they were alright.