Assassin's Creed: 1451

Nathan- Crap...

He stayed silent and had his hidden blade ready in case of a fight.

Then Naztha noticed a small torch on the wall that made for a street light. She grabbed it and walked over to the haystack. She dropped the torch and the hay started to catch on fire. She stepped back and watched, knowing that they could replace the hay if the person who owned it really needed it.

Nathan jumped out of the hay before he caught on fire. He didn't expect her to do that. He laid against the wall and sighed a sigh of relief forgetting she was there.

Naztha's hand shot out and grabbed his neck. She lifted him off of the ground slightly.

Nathan clutched her hands on his neck struggingly.

Nathan- Gah, you're clever for a Templar.

Naztha smiled, almost looking sweet. "You scared of fire?" She asked sweetly.

Nathan- No, just didn't want to burn in a hay stack to end my life. You mind putting me down?

Naztha shook her head. "I don't think so." Her hand started to squeeze harder.

Nathan- Gaack....Alright then.....

He extended the hidden blade and pierce her arm, non fatally, to make her drop him. He hoped it would pierce any hidden armor she might have on.

Naztha watched as the weapon dropped to the ground, it barely made a dent in her armor. "Nice try." She said and threw him down on the ground, on top of his own sword.

The blade pierced his shoulder but he did not yelp in pain. He only managed to turn over onto his back and began to pant hard.

Nathan- Dammit...Knocked the air out of me...

"Pitiful... Falling on your own sword..." Naztha muttered and stepped on the handle of it, digging it in deeper.

Nathan grimaced in pain but did not cry out. He held her foot where it was so she could not push it farther but he was still weak from the loss of breath. He didn't stop it.

Naztha moved her foot and it twisted the sword. "I'm giving you one chance." She said, leaning over him, her eyes gleaming in the firelight of the hay fire. "Come with me, and you live. Try to get away, you're dead."

Nathan- Well that depends...where are we going?

"That'll defeat the purpose of surprise." Naztha smiled.

Nathan- I'm not one to like surprises, tell me where we're...gah...*cough* going.

Naztha twisted the blade again. "No." She said.

Nathan- Gah...Tell me! I'm not going to your damn jail cells!

"Who knows?" Naztha said, "You might be treated like a duke for actually doing what we say."

Nathan- Screw you I'm staying right here.

He said looking away from her in disrespect.

Naztha's gaze hardened and she started to pull the sword out slowly so that it hurt. "I'm not giving you a choice anymore." She hissed at him.

Nathan grimaced at the pain but still lay on the ground in the same position.

Nathan- I think I have very much a choice to stay here and not go with you.

Naztha pulled the sword all the way out and then grabbed his arm, yanking him off of the ground on the side that he was stabbed on. She tied his wrists together behind him and shoved him against the wall, seeing if he had any more hidden weapons.

Nathan- Pfft...you some kinda freak or somethin? Untie me!

He began to struggle despite the pain. His last smoke bomb fell out and busted and a large smoke filled the area. Nathan ran away but tripped over her and fell on her horse's side. He slid down and faceplanted the ground.