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A scream ripped through the clear air.
Pools, rivers of blood gashed out, splitting to every possible direction. Wide eyed by shock and pain, he fell to the floor with a loud thump. Blinking his tears away, his glare was pinned to the angel. White ropes, untouched by the rain of blood, he flew his wings through swords and curses, attacking back with flawless direction, ripping the others life away.
The man felt his life slipping away, but still couldn't tare his eyes from the sight. Not even thinking of his own last seconds, possibly praying for god or rethinking his life actions. No, he wasted them on the angel that stole his soul with its bare hands. The watched as others tried to attack the angel, but within seconds dropped to the floor, lifeless. His movement seemed like he was dancing, clinging the blade in his hand, smooth silent moves, gliding on air.
A man, wearing same cloths as he, sneaked up behind him, rising a blade above his head, swinging it down to the angels form, anger, fear and blood lust stained in his eyes. The angel noticed his presents from shadows approaching he followed, with a quick glare back, calculating the distance and strength of the blade dropping towards him. He raising his own sword, blocked the blade, but had to scum to the amount of strength bewailing the Templar, thus dropping to his knees. The Templar growled and backed away, soon quickly sliding his blade down, swinging it upward towards the assassin's hip. The angel simply blocked the blade again with his own, thus still affected by the force, he was pushed to the side a little. But with quick movement, he guided his sword down the blade, hitting the fingers holding it, slicing them clear off.
The Templar whimpered with pain as he clenched his injured hand with the other, glaring at the assassin quick enough to see the inhuman speed swing of blade, sliding towards his neck.
The man, still staring at the angel, shivered as the blade waved through the skin, blood and bone, sending the head flying off in the air, twisting in mid air with blood splatting out. The headless body wobbled to its knees, then slide to the blood covered floor.
He coughed violently, and then looked down. Blood. He guided his eyes down the gash in this stomach, squishy, long red looking things gashed out with the rivers of blood. He pulled his hand, and trying to put back his intestines as they slashed out.
Lifting his eyes from his own poor, dying situation, he met with golden eyes. His breath clogged in his throat.
The angel was centimeters away, crouching next to his, eyes connected. Even with his hood on, from this point of view anyone could see his face. He was beautiful. The Templar chocked on his own blood when trying to breath again. Eyes tearing with fear, he glanced up again at the angel, and what he saw, stopped his heart.
He was smiling. Teeth showing, his body shook slightly with giggles. It was pure satisfaction and happiness dripping off his expression.
"Sleep my Templar, sleep well" head tilted to the side, eying the dying man with a devilish grin ripping on his face. Venom crippled down his words, especially when calling the name "Templar".
Everything became deep, as darkness filled into his vision, his last breath left his lungs as all he could hear was the last beating moments of his heart.
And the angel's chuckles.

Altair pushed himself from the chair to his feet and stretched. He scratched the back of his neck; slowly a yawn escaped his scarred lips.
Strong, steady stepped approached his table as the Master Assassin. he lifted his gaze from books to the young man approaching him, while smiling.
"Falling asleep while still sitting, at the middle of the day?" the young boy now upfront of Altair, a goofy smile tearing his tanned face.
Altair chuckled, "Don't you point my flaws, you used to fall asleep standing, then dropping hard to the flood like a rock."
The boy pouted, "Like father, like son, I guess". Their laughter echoed though the halls. Altair rapped his arm around the boy's shoulders, golden eyes linking.
"So what have you been up to today?" Altair grinned. Glaring at the boy's blood stained boots. The younger man shifted, feeling awkward.
"You know, chilling..."
"Killing?" Altair raised his eyebrow.
As golden eyes slashed together in a dance of blades, both were smiling, teeth showing as they're bodies shook slightly with giggles.
"Indeed like father, like son"