“Do I look like I’m going anywhere fast?!”

“Argh! Why do you have to be such a troublesome-“Altair groaned but stopped as he saw templars run round the corner of the building. A building that they were leaning on in an alley way. They being Altair and his new found self appointed friend that fell from the sky. Quite literally.

“Move wench!” he growled seizing her wrist and began sprinting wildly, despite her protests at being called wench, protests that included “I’ll show you wench in a minute!!” which made absolutely no sense at all in his way of mind. He shouldered past the crowds in the busy market paths, pots smashed and the crowds were wavering as the templars jostled between them, forcing and cursing their way through the throng.

“Will you sloooow down!!”

“You want to get caught?!”

“No-“

“Then close that mouth!” he spat out swerving a corner sharply and dragging the girl with him, she swung wildly unaccustomed to the strength, alien from her world.

{Manhandled that’s the word for it all.}

“There they are!” a man’s voice hollered out from behind the fleeing pair. Altair cursed as he saw the Templars gaining ground in the narrow alleyway.

(Curses to this idiotic wench I met.) He swung her past and in front of him miraculously, seeing as the alley was small and brushed his shoulders. The girl squealed as she fell forward and stumbled, turning back the assassin was murdering the men in single file, seeing as they ran one after another.

“Oh my gosh...” she whispered to herself as the men slumped down and Altair jumped on a dying man to stab the next one behind him. He whipped around withdrawing his hidden blade and before she had time to form a smart comment or compliment, he seized her wrist and began the sprinting again.

They had ran through the maze of alleyways, bouldering past lepers and beggars before they reached a grotty area but it was secluded, which was what Altair wanted. They slouched onto a wall and panted from their previous (hardly enjoyable) excursions. Calming and controlling his breathing the Assassin straightened up and studied the girl.

“Wha-what are you lookin’ at?” she gasped out, swallowing several times.

“Explain to me again why I had to save you and why you fell from the sky?” he said his tone unwavering and emotionless. She wore the most bizarre clothes ever seen round in this area. Sure Damascus had travellers, but nothing this...exotic.

“hang on.” Altair raised an eyebrow under his hood as the girl around 16 coughed in between her legs, her hands on her knees steadying herself. It was dry hacking cough. “Must be the heat and all...”

“Answer my question girl.” He demanded his tone forced steady as the girl proceeded to hand comb her hair.

“Huh, oh right yea...See, I was on my way to...um..Jerusalem! Yea that place and then...this man drugged my water, and... and I have no idea what happened.” She finished feebly.

{God, I must have sounded so dumb, this is Altair from Assassin’s Creed he must have seen through that! I know enough that he won’t take kindly to knowing his life is like the best game ever...}

“hey, did you hear what I said?” Altair waved a hand across her face snapping her from her thoughts.

“Wha.”

He sighed impatiently “What is your name?”

“Ummm, Leah.”

“Lee?”

“No, Le-AH.” she pronounced more slowly.

“Fine, Leah. Where are you from?” he pressed, his eyes searching the clothes for clues.

“Hey, stop ogling!”

“What?!” he said his voice betraying surprise

“You heard me!”