Crimson Blade Chapter 3

Altair watched from the shadows as Quamir al sahd, a slave trader, examined his latest import of slaves. Now was the time to strike! Altair quickly checked his weapons one last time. When Quamir turned to gaze into the shadows where his death awaited he saw nothing of the assassin hiding there, only shadows. Perhaps he had heard the slight intake of breath or the barely audible click of Altairs' blade as it slid into the base of his glove. Whatever had caused Quamirs' paranoia quickly passed as he shrugged and turned to finish his examination.
" Take this one out." He snapped at one of his guards. they bowed and pulled a struggling woman out of a cage to Altairs' left. Altair silently assessed the woman in the dim candle light. Black, no brown hair. Her face was covered in grime and her large eyes told him that she was scared beyond wits end. She was tantalizingly familiar. A spark lit a fire in his mind and Altair gasped. He recognized her alright, she was Ahda, his wife.
" Such a beauty." Quamir circled Adha like he was viewing some rare and beautiful piece of furniture." Take her to my quarters and give her clothes and food."
Time to move.
"Not today, Quamir." Altair whispered into the slave traders ear.
"Who are yo---" Thats all Quamir could get out before was sliced open like a ripe fruit.
"Disgusting." Altair was looking down at his boot, which was now covered in the targets gore. Altair wiped the feather in the blood and looked up as the guards charged.
"Assassin!" They screamed at one another." Kill 'im!"
"Not today, not ever," Altair grunted as he shoved past the guards and grabbed Adhas' hand. She tried to pull away from his grasp with no avail. Altair grunted in annoyance.
"Come on!" He growled into her ear," We don't have time for this!"
She stopped resisting and let him pull her through the streets of Jerusalem.
"Assassin!" Altair cursed as he heard the shouts of pursuing guards. He stopped suddenly, deciding whether to go through the black market or go clean and take the left street.
Adha bumped into him, startling him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry," She whispered.
"This way!" He grunted, pulling her down the right street." Hurry, else we'll both be in trouble!"
Altair pushed her down onto a nearby bench.
"Sit and stay!" Altair whirled around as the guards rounded the corner.
The fanned out around him, blocking him in. One lone archer was brave enough to shoot him and lucky enough to hit Altair right in the leg. Altair flicked a knife at him without even so much as a glance toward the archer.
The archer fell from the roof, dead.
One of the guards moved forward to and took a swing at him. Altair parried the wild swing effortlessly. He knew what was going through these mens minds.
Is he even human?
Altair grimaced as his leg flared up in pain. No. That would distract him which would give the guards the chance they needed to take him out. He pushed the pain into the back of his head.
Altair gasped as a guard got a luck swipe in and sliced his side open. After he totaled four guards his vision stated to falter. He fought to keep conscience. All his attempts were in vain, his sword slipped from his grasped as his joints became heavy. He had lost too much blood.
The last remaining guard moved in for the kill. Altair grasped at the sword, trying to pick it up to block the swing. He grasped the sword and shoved the shaft through the guys chest. The guard looked down in surprise the gave one last shudder and died.
After that it was all black.