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- Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
While the code of an assassin might not be lofty or idealistic, it sets standards for his conduct. When Jason rescues Lady Xena from an assault on the highway, the haughty lady encourages him to take her as a reward. Greedy for more of this alpha male, she asks him to stay with her. Seeing her to an inn gives him the chance to fulfill his true mission and satisfy himself.
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Jason stood in the shadows, watching. Automatically he counted four thieves. They appeared to be the normal sort of thugs who robbed travelers. This lot represented a small step up from cutpurses, but they were far more dangerous and more ready to kill. As evidence to that, three uniformed defenders, simple soldiers, lay in the roadway.
The thieves had obviously taken them by surprise and shifted the odds in their favor quickly. Only one defender remained. Although he was acquitting himself reasonably well and defending the carriage, as he was outnumbered, his need to stay in position to defend the women made him vulnerable.
Jason watched with the interest of a professional, noting that if the soldier had been able to take the attack to the thieves, he might've succeeded in carrying the fight to them, routing them.
The way they danced about him suggested their bravery came from strength of numbers and if he ran through one of them, the rest might flee.
Still, they were clever rogues, and they moved well for amateurs. They worked as a team, encircling him as a pack of dogs might, thrusting at him with short swords, baiting him and trying to get him to lunge at one of them.
The soldier seemed to realize that would open him to the others, and he contented himself with parrying the blows and holding his ground. It couldn't last. Sooner or later the four attackers would simply wear him down.
Eventually, the thieves grew impatient. One slipped away and circled the carriage, coming to the far side.
He tore open the door and leaped in. The frightened woman screamed, and the defender turned to see what had happened. He saw that he'd been outflanked and as he considered what to do, one of the thieves struck him in the head and he fell to the ground, senseless.
The man in the carriage grabbed the rich lady by the arm and triumphantly dragged her out of it, down to the ground. She moved smoothly, not showing the panic Jason would have expected from a fine lady being grabbed by a bandit.
Another man opened the other coach door and dragged the maid (Jason was sure that was what she was) down from the carriage, seeming to enjoy her screaming.
She struck at him with her arms and feet, but he was a stout fellow and didn't seem to mind the blows she rained on him.
The elegant lady watched this scene play out with a detached look as if she was sizing up the situation.
She looked in Jason's direction and he saw a glint in her eyes. She had seen him. The Lady had the same coolness and ability to see through the confusion that he expected from a trained warrior.
The man holding the Lady's wrist was looking her over. "We'll see a decent ransom for this Lady, I'll wager."
The man's tone, his actions told Jason he was the leader of this group. Tall and lean, he would be the one to watch.
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ASSASSIN'S CREED
Kurt Dysan
copyright © 2015 Kurt Dysan
All rights reserved
This is a story of historical fiction. To the best of the author's knowledge, none of the characters ever actually existed, but it seems reasonable that there were people like them.
ASSAULT ON A LADY
Jason moved silently, gliding through the shadows along the edge of the road. He wasn't trying to be stealthy, but moving quietly had become automatic. Through years of hard training, he'd practiced the art of silent movement until it was natural to him. Now, the noise other people made when simply moving often amazed him.
The art of being silent, of passing by unnoticed was part of being a hunter, and an assassin was nothing if not a hunter. Thus, silence had been an important part of his training, and the training never ended.
He was a big man, and at first, he'd found moving without attracting attention difficult. Yet now, it happened almost without thought, completely naturally. Even when he wasn't stalking his prey, moving unnoticed proved useful, allowing him to be constantly aware of things going on around him.
On this particular morning, as he walked down the road, the sounds of conflict came to him from ahead. He’d stopped to listen. A battle of some sort was being waged on the road. So, he added some extra caution to his silence.
He had no weapons with him and wore no armor. In fact, he wore nothing but the breechcloth of a common peasant. Yet, he was prepared. He was always prepared. If trouble waited ahead of him, his clothing, the lack of weapons, were of no consequence.
The common soldiers and thieves that preyed on travelers proved simple to dispatch unless they were in large numbers, and he couldn't imagine any treasure around here large enough to provide for a large band.
No, certainly any rogues he met on this road would be few in number and of no serious concern if he kept his eyes and ears open, his nose on alert, no problem if he listened to the inner voice that guided him.
The battle was not an attraction for him. He wasn't looking for adventure and fighting for no reason was pointless and could be a distraction.
As usual, he was on a mission; this combat he heard ahead might simply be an obstacle in his path. But an assassin, a trained warrior, assumed nothing—if there was a chance it had something to do with his mission, then he had to investigate.
When he came on the fracas, nothing about it surprised him or seemed out of place. It was a normal robbery. Thieves had attacked a carriage, ambushing it at a fork in the road. They had been clever, using thick underbrush for cover. They must have known a rich target had started down the road, and waiting for it there, at the fork, ensured they would be in position.
The carriage had been carrying two women and a few retainers. One woman was an elegant lady who watched the combat as if it were a play being held for her benefit. Beside her, a younger, more roughly dressed woman cowered in terror. Around them, the battle raged.
Jason stood in the shadows, watching. Automatically he counted four thieves. They appeared to be the normal sort of thugs who robbed travelers. This lot represented a small step up from cutpurses, but they were far more dangerous and more ready to kill. As evidence to that, three uniformed defenders, simple soldiers, lay in the roadway.
The thieves had obviously taken them by surprise and shifted the odds in their favor quickly. Only one defender remained. Although he was acquitting himself reasonably well and defending the carriage, he was outnumbered. His need to stay in position, placing himself between the attackers and the women he defended, made him vulnerable.
Jason watched with the interest of a professional, noting that if the soldier had been able to take the attack to the thieves, he might've succeeded in carrying the fight to them, routing them.
The way they danced about him suggested their bravery came from strength of numbers and if he ran through one of them, the rest might flee.
Still, they were clever rogues, and they moved well for amateurs. They worked as a team, encircling him as a pack of dogs might, thrusting at him with short swords, baiting him and trying to get him to lunge at one of them.
The soldier seemed to realize that would open him to the others, and he contented himself with parrying the blows and holding his ground. It couldn't last. Sooner or later the four attackers would simply wear him down.
Eventually, the thieves grew impatient. One slipped away and circled the carriage, coming to the far side.
He tore open the door and leaped in. The frightened woman screamed, and the defender turned to see what had happened. He saw that he'd been outflanked and as he considered what to do, one of the thieves struck him in the head and he fell to the ground, senseless.
The man in the carriage grabbed the rich lady by the arm and triumphantly dragged her out of it, down to the ground. She moved smoothly, not showing the panic Jason would have expected from a fine lady being grabbed by a bandit.
Another man opened the other coach door and dragged the maid (Jason was sure that was what she was) down from the carriage, seeming to enjoy her screaming.
She struck at him with her arms and feet, but he was a stout fellow and didn't seem to mind the blows she rained on him.
The elegant lady watched this scene play out with a detached look as if she was sizing up the situation.
She looked in Jason's direction and he saw a glint in her eyes. She had seen him. The Lady had the same coolness and ability to see through the confusion that he expected from a trained warrior.
The man holding the Lady's wrist was looking her over. “We'll see a decent ransom for this Lady, I'll wager.”
The man's tone, his actions told Jason he was the leader of this group. Tall and lean, he would be the one to watch.
With a pack of this sort, the leader would be the smartest, the most daring, and the one who planned things. And while he wasn't the strongest, he had an air of authority. Most likely he was the most vicious.
The man who grabbed the maid had an arm around her waist and held her against his body, still laughing as she pounded on his head. “But they'll pay no ransom for you, will they, my love?” He kissed her. “But that's fine. I'll enjoy your company, as will my men. Then, when we tire of you, I'm certain we can find a number of men who might pay for a night with you.” He put his hand on her ass. “You have a lovely ripe body that should provide much pleasure.”
Another man came over to look her over and nodded. “Yes, we can sell her after we've had our fill of her charms.”
The leader still held the lady by her arm. She stood calmly as he took her face in his other hand and looked at her.
“I’m of a mind to party a bit, boys. Even though we will ransom the lady, we’d be fools not to take advantage of the presence of two sweet cunts in our midst. Fucking them both will make the wait for the ransom far more pleasant. After all, it will take some time for her husband to raise the amount we will demand.”
