Darim- 26 years old- Acer

If only he hadn't left the crossbow at home! He could have taken care of the problem from the start! From up here he could have been able to shoot down the guards one by one but no! He had to go off and leave his weapon back home! With a Burt of speed the man raced towards the edge of the roof where he quickly took a view of his surroundings before jumping down into a hay pile. The hooded figure ran right passed before he joined in just a tad behind the man running. How was he so fast?! It was hard to keep up with him even though Darim himself was faster than most. This guy must have been amazing at free running.
The figure disappeared down an alley way just a bit ahead and Darim followed just behind him. There was no one in the alleyway once he reached it. "******..." Darim panted. He had lost Atara and the man both! "Damn it!" Doubling over to catch his breath the young man caught sight of a crimson drop of blood splattered upon the ground. What the-? A flash of light told him what happened. Dodging out of the blades path Darim narrowly escaped being cut about by the massive mans sword. The man was far larger than normal and wearing the heaviest armor that supported the Red Cross of a Templar. Backing up a bit the man found the assassin he had been following hiding behind a stack of boxes as he clutched his now bleeding chest. Not only was Darim now fighting for his own life but also the life of this man.

Atara - 22(f) - Acer

As the man raised the sword to strike he was simply turned to the side by the brute force of Algol that gripped his arm with her jaws. The animal may not be the largest of lighiras but she is still large, strong and have one hell of a temper once in battle mode. The teeths may not penetrate the arm but they still punctured the armour quiet massivly. From the animal a deep, unsettling growl was heard and the eyes was glaring up at the man. Without a word said the animal simply let go of the arm as the man grabbed a dagger, trying to stab the animal. But that was not the reason that Algol jumped to the side, landing between Darim and the man. No, it was so she was not in the way for Atara.

The sharp, pointed rod at the end of the leathercovered chain went through the air, aiming at the opening in the helmet. But as the sun was showing in it, the man just about had time to block the attack with its shield. cursing she landed next to Darim and with a swift movement the rod went flying through the air and into her hand. "Take him and leave, I will clean up here." she said, glancing at darim with the growling Algol infront of them. She is to weak to carry the man and Algol cant help much so the mst they can do is clean up the mess and then follow once its safe to do so.

Darim- 26 years old- Acer

"I can't just leave you here." He said through clenched teeth as he though of how to get out of this situation without getting killed. The alleyway just ended behind them so running was not an option. The man behind the boxes may have appeared light though climbing with a grown man on your back was no easy task either. That left fighting. If they could just get the helm off the man then he was as good as dead, but with a shield it would be hard to do so. But how to get that across to Atara? Just as Darim went to open his mouth though a flash of tan darted past them. In a fit of yipping the puppy jumped from his hood following the tan flash. ******! Wait...that might have been what they needed. The Templar had seen the flash of tarnish fur thus turned to see if it was a threat. The tan puffadore ran about the legs of the armored man as the puppy chased after it, causing the man to take a step back from them nearly tripping over the animals. Now was their chance! "Atara the helm!" Darim said as he drew his sword. If she got the helm off he could end this.

Atara - 22(f) - Acer

"its just one dimwit, I can handle that." she pointed out when he claimed not beeing able to leave her alone to fight. As the puppy dashed forwards, she heard the order from darim. With a nod she took quick steps forwards, jumping off Algols back and jumping high. In the middle of the air she flipped, her hand reaching out for the helmet. She did get it but a bash from the shield made her fly to the side and into the wall. As the air left her she closed her eyes a moment. As she opend them not even a second later the sword was already comming at her. So quickly she raised the helmet to catch the sword while dodging to the side. As the weapon pierced the helmet she simply saw it go straight through with ease that was honestly terrefying. But a quick, powerfull twist on the helmet forced the weapon out of the mans hands. A bit sloppy perhaps but it worked that was what was important. However since the man was only a step or two from reaching her she quickly let go of both the helmet and the sword in it. The man made a surpricingly quick movement after her so she reacted by throwing herself backwards. She is not precisly the most ... traditional assasin as she is pretty much useless on close up combat, however her spot as the ruler of long distance fighting is unrivaled.

Darim- 26 years old- Acer

"Atara!" That was it. Time seemed to almost stop as the man made his way towards the woman, sword raised to hit her. Darim gritted his teeth pushing himself forward towards the man. He jumped landing on the Templar's back as he clawed at the man's exposed eyes. The Templar stumbled back blinded by the sudden man that was on his back though it didn't last long before he was attempting to pull the assassin from him. Fighting to hold on Darim had no time to finish the man off. The Templar threw himself against the alleyway wall ramming Darim against it. "Ahold! A bit of help please!" The assassin gasped afraid of what would happen if he did end up falling off.

Atara - 22(f) - Acer

She didnt waste any time on answering the man. Instead her chain went flying once more and this time it hit its goal, piercing the templars head so he fell to the ground. "You okej?" she asked as she hurried up to Darim that had ended up under the man. After a bit of pushing she got the enemy to fall of Darim and into the sandy street.

Darim- 26 years old- Acer

The Templar stopped for a moment as the woman stood. Now was his chance. With a flash of light the blade hidden about his wrist plunged into the back of the man's neck sending him to the ground. As the man fell though Darim failed to free the blade in time to pull away this he ended up under the man. With the help of Atara though he pulled himself free of the dead body. "I'm fine." He panted. "Thanks." With that he turned back towards the pile of boxes and the man. "******! Atara give me a hand here!" Darim called seeing that the man had lost more blood than he had at the beginning of the battle. They had to get him to the bureau before he bled to death. With careful hands the man picked up the other assassin and threw him over his shoulders. "Just hold on there, we'll get you taken care of." Not waiting for the woman Darim started back towards the bureau.

Atara - 22(f) - Acer

She nodded before pulling out her own weapon from the now dead man and rolled the weapon up after cleaning it on the mans clothing. Once the weapon was secured at her hip she hurried after Darim. With that she took a easy step on the lioness and up on the roofs. That way is faster and they wont have a bunch of people staring at them as they carry the man like a sack of oats. Once on the roof she reached Darim her hand. If it was just a moment or two then she can help them up but she dont have more strength than so.

Darim- 26 years old- Acer

With her help he managed to send up the man before climbing up himself. "I'll carry him if you will make sure one stands between us and the bureau." Darim grunted again putting the man over his shoulders. With that he took off jogging across the roof tops towards the bureau. "Come on, hang in there. We're almost there." ******, why were they so far from the freaking hideout?! This was ridiculous! Once they arrived Darim was forced to take a moment to catch his breath. "Atara help me get him down." The man asked.

Determined not to get left beside the puppy attempted to climb up after her new master though it was to no avail as he left her blind with the puffadore. Salil cocked his head to the side before picking the pup up by the scruff of the neck and making his way up into the roof where he followed the humans whom were taking his master away.

Atara - 22(f) - Acer

She nodded, making sure the way was clear. Once at the hideout she grabbed the man, down is easy, a lot easier than up so she simply got him down herself. However the weight made her stumble and almsot fall but she stayed up aleast. With that she walked to the opening, strained from the weight and the jump she had just done. "Guys, help out here." she said pushing the door open with her foot.

The lioness panted a bit before jumping after the dogs. One smelled like the injured man and the other like Darim so she had no intentions of harming either of them.