Bounty Hunter Bash Wedlock Part Five
The Assassin
They were getting closer and closer to Skylar’s location and they knew that they had to take a break.
“We should have brought the unicorns!” Bash remarked.
“Too conspicuous.”
“But fast!”
“We don’t need-”
That was when Chashathrophogh felt his stomach rumbling and something in the corner of his eyes. He narrowed his eyes as he looked on.
“Never mind!” He sighed. “Come, we need to eat!”
“Yes, we do!”
“What are we-”
“Well I once saw a small café near here. It had good views and something that Leonardo here would love to paint. I just hope that it’s still there.”
“What?”
“A small café. I saw one once while I came to take down the so-called bastard of Skyrinogh, who claimed to be Skylar’s father’s brother. Turned out he was legitimate, it’s just he did not like him and preferred anyone but him to inherit the throne. So he put it down on all official records that he was a bastard.”
“And, let me guess, the way you found that out was when he didn’t use magic to defend himself?”
“That, and I looked at the material records. Which exposed that he was not. Yet, I do have to admit that neither father nor son look like Skylar.” He explained as he led the party down a narrow alley.
Suddenly, Bash understood what was going on. She knew better than to look back. She kept her hand in Zaryb’s to make sure that he did not get hurt. So they walked further and further into the alley. Then they reached a narrow street. It was so narrow that people were only eight to ten steps away from the house opposite. Then they turned right.
“What a unique street!”
“I know.”
They walked down to the end to a dark tunnel with descending stairs. Once they came out the other end. Then over a narrow bridge to another land mass. This one was almost a wide open space.
Quickly everyone took their positions and looked back as a shadow dived behind the bushes and fired at Zaryb. Bash fired at the stick. She saw more and more sticks coming at him. She fired at each and everyone, as she did Leonardo and Strena scanned the landscape to see where they were coming from the moment each and every stick shot out.
That was when Strena heard a deep breath and then a blow before the stick shot out. She turned her ears to where it was coming from and quickly found the spot. She rolled forward to where the next bush was. She looked back at Zaryb as he threw his tiny daggers at the sticks, only to see that there were two more coming at a time. She then heard him coming at her uncle. Bash was able to hit one and it collided with the others. Then five more came and she took them out. She did this again and again and again as she got closer and closer and closer.
Then she saw him. He looked like he was from the Sand Plains and had yellow crooked teeth and dark eyes and dark brown hair. He picked up his blow instrument and fired. He then reloaded it and looked at her location but she hid. Then he continued. She dived on and hid behind a bush and kicked behind him and crept forward. Soon she was looking at the back of the neck and she sprinted up and hit, knocking him out cold.
Cerpheres pulled out rope.
“My! That was perfectly well done!” Cerpheres exclaimed. “Having the delight of seeing you grow up before my very eyes-”
“Cerpheres, no!”
“You can’t stop it! That girl will enter all her greatness and I will be there when I see it and-”
Chashathrophogh punched him as he let out a little moan.
“Calm down now or I will kill you.”
At this he let out a little chuckle as he slowly let out a breath.
“You really are cute when you're angry like that!”
“Anyway! What are we going to do with this one?”
“Well, his cheeks are unmarked and he seems to be an assassin, it seems that he is an illegal one.”
“Ha! Taught you well!”
“Right.”
“I could talk to him. After all, it might calm me down!”
“Fine! If you go up those stairs half way up, turn left, you will find a chamber. And don’t come back until you have completely calmed down.”
“Alright.”
Soon he left and after three hours he returned with a tut.
“Here is the place we came to see.”
“Good! I’m starving.”
Soon they came to a set of marble stairs that spiralled up to the middle of a café with a circular marble balcony with tables and chairs.
Soon they filled themselves.
“Now what should be our next move?”
“Taking the king out.”
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