Assassins

The screaming continued. Suddenly the door flew open and Astran was launched into the cupboard.

„Outch. Im glad that I have my water here with me.", Tristan remarked.

Someone stepped in the carriage and looked at the two.

Tristan took a sip of his water.

„I'll have to-„, he made a pause to drink again, „ask you...", once again he took a sip, „to-„

„Can you stop drinking?! You are being killed right now! Can't you take that seriously?!", the person was dressed completely black and wearing a mask. The voice identified him as male.

Tristan took a sip of his water, wich made the man even more angry. He took Astran and threw him at Tristan, who's glass broke.

„Ok that's not nice.", Tristan stood up, „And because you destroyed the other glasses earlier... you'll have to come up with the costs."

Tristan stepped towards the man.

The Assassin held two curved daggers, wich glanced in the light.

Tristan concentrated on the daggers. It was like they were moving, no. Something was moving on them... a fluid. They were covered in poison.

„Stay back. Those are poison daggers.", Tristans warned the prince.

Although Tristan might have a good Defense, he wasn't sure how the poison worked. He had no poison blocking ability, nor was he a healer. If he got poisoned it would probably be lights out.

Looking at the mans equip, he could tell that they had enough money. He would have to be careful. Tristan decided to make it quick.

„[Acceleration]", Tristan dashes forwards. What he didn't expect, was that the man could do the same.

„[Acceleration]", the man dodged Tristans tackle, and swung his dagger at him. Tristan backed up.

The man was Tristans hardest for yet. Tristan tried to position the man in a way, so he could kick him out of the carriage, to ultimately use magic. If he used magic in the carriage, there would be a high risk of the carriage getting destroyed.

Eventually, he managed to push the man out.

„[Spears of darkness]!", the mans eyes widened, as multiple black spears peaked out of his chest. He fell to the ground with a hole in his body.

Tristan stepped out of the carriage. He looked around. A lot of soldiers were laying on the ground. But they only seemed to be unconscious.

He looked at the rest of the people who were fighting.

There was Veric, who was doing his best defending himself from three assassins. It was clear that he was loosing. The general was fighting against a woman, probably the one they heard earlier. Other soldiers were also overwhelmed.

Tristan decided to help Vedric, who was already wounded badly. It was a wonder that he was still standing.

Tristan released his spiritual pressure. Everybody stopped fighting at the sudden change of atmosphere. They turned to look at him.

What happened next wasn't exactly what Tristan had in mind, the enemies recovered faster and finished of the soldiers. He of course didn't use his full potential, but still. They kept up the interesting tactic of only knocking the people unconscious.

Fast, the soldiers were defeated and the assassins came closer to him. Jakob was still safe in the carriage, Tristan reassured himself of that.

Then, he created a sword, a gem shining inside the grip, of course a fake one, and the blade shimmering purple-black. He added the glowing features, as he thought that the head fought half the fight; if the enemy's sword glows like that, you'll probably think that it's a good blade, made out of some rare material.

If you won't think that you are probably stupid or overly-confident.

His tactic worked and the assassins looked at the blade. He could feel that they're surprised. He stepped forward and started hitting down on them. He used some strength, to shatter the swords of his attackers. Soon they were all weapon-less.

They backed up and reformed. The woman who seemed to be their leader stepped forward.

„It seems we might have underestimated the princes guard. I have decided that you are worth of my trump card.

Kirote Kashino getaru hinoterez! Suon kelbiejd larosfero!

I summon you, Angel Estiro! Free this world of this evil one!", with her chant done, she clapped her hands over her head.

A light emitted from between her palms. A beam rose above the heads of them. And out of that light, an machine like being came forth. Feathered wings emitted from his back, while it had no legs. It's head was an upside-down triangle, with two red dots as eyes. It's torso had yellow outlines, while the rest of its body glowed silver-grey. His hands had red claws, and it held a shining golden staff.

„Angel Estiro, use [Angels Smigth]!", the woman yelled.

The Angel raised its staff and pointed it at Tristan. A bright light emitted and flew towards him. He jumped to the side, but his arm was still hit.

He got burned and even a little part of his arm was ripped of. The pain was immense, but he was no healer, he couldn't do anything about it.

‚Either these Angels are really strong, or this one just focuses on attack.', he thought.

He went for his most powerful attack. It was an attack he randomly got during the adventurers event.

„[Revenge of Darkness]!", a dark light shot from his hand, going stream through the angels middle. It stopped glowing and fell to the ground before dissolving I to yellow particles, that also vanished after.

The woman stared at him, her mouth agape.

„That spell... it... it doesn't exist! You, you shouldn't be able to do that!", it seemed like she was going crazy. Then Tristan Heard- a familiar voice.

„Angel Soldier killed. You gained 10 level. Your stats increased.

Attacks gained: [Shadow Body]; Regenerate your body using Shadow magic. The injured part will be replaced with black magic and then regenerated.

[Thief]; Actively steal someone's power and increase your Magica. This effect ends after the fight.

[Splitter Orb]; Summon multiple dark orbs."

‚Holy, that's much. I'll have to inspect, but first I'll have to ask something.

„Nova, Tell me about the angles."

„There Are multiple types of Angels: Angel Recruit, the weakest. Then there is the Angel Soldier. The power difference is about that of a cat and a mouse. Then there is the Angel Chief. He is like a tiger against the cat. Next there is the Angel Commander. He is like a tank against the Angel Chief. Then there is the Angel General. There are only few, but if the Commander is a tank, they would be a whole fleet of warships. There are also the Arch Angels, but like this, they could kill you with just thinking about you."

„Don't ignore me! You'll die, you hear me?! You'll die!!!!", Tristan noticed the woman screaming at him.

„[Thief] and [Splitter Orb]", Tristan wanted to try out his new attacks. The orbs killed them all, except for the woman. She fell to the ground, heavily injured.

„Help me! Help me, Akira! Do something! HELP ME!", Then she died.

Tristan was curious. He checked the other assassins. They were an interesting pack. They all had some kind of ID-cards, with name and all. They were for some kind of assassins guild.

The weirdest things was, that nobody was named Akira. Without thinking about it more, he got back to Jakob.

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It was a real fight. Veric witnessed Tristan fighting the Angel. He was really powerful. He was laying one the ground, not wanting to move out of fear of the woman and Angel.

After some time passed, all the soldiers were conscious again. They decided to get going and then set up their camp later on.