//------------------------------// // The Assassin Returns // Story: Assassin's Creed III Reclamation [Canclled // by Electric thunder //------------------------------// Connor reared back in shock, muscles tensing up, his body striating out ready to fight the attacker, but it never came, with no direct threat he tried to pull whatever was clouding his vision and figure out what happened. He ran his hooves over his head and felt a smooth fabric over his head trying to find a way to take off the object. He soon was able to find a opening under his chin were he stuck a hoof and not easily pulled the fabric from over his face and once he could see again, he turned around to find the culprit no sooner did he realize what he was wearing, it was his robes. Connor looked from head to hoof, there where his robes clean and fixed, but he was unarmed, his gear, tools, and weapons were stripped away, except his hands. Connor reached for the amulet that was still on his neck that felt like it was never there. As soon as the jewelry left his poniefied neck, he had put it into a satchel with his hand; he felt nothing of the transformation. Connor set his hand agents the wall and peered over the corner again, watching the guards who stood feet apart facing forwarded, Connor whistled drawing their attention. “Hello, who’s there?” Connor waited and listened as the one of the guards walked towards him. “Who’s over h-GWAK!” Connor speared his neck, pulled the griffin around corner and pressed his knee down onto his neck. “Falcon, are you alright?” Connor twisted his knee and stood up from the body. “Hey I’m talking to you!” the other guard was coming his way. “Seriously Falcon, we would get in some deep…HO SH-‘” Connor grabbed the guard and snapped his neck in one fluid motion. Connor reached down and picked up the guards pike and walked down the hall with the weapon gripped tight in his hands, he past a pair of iron doors covered in spinning, and winding gold streaks. It was held to the walls with five black metal hinges for either door, the door itself reached almost to the ceiling before arcing and coming back down melding into the floor. Why does every castle need such big doors? Connor walked on past it to the considerably smaller black doors. Connor reached down and opened the door slightly and peered into the room through the crack. It was pitch black except for a single light that shone down over an iron cage and next to it was a fire pit with a handful of sharpened bars. Connor looked back into the cage and a saw a figure curled up inside of the cage. Connor took a step back and yanked the door open and walked in, his weapon at the ready. “YEEAAAaaa…” There was a war cry behind him that slowly died out, as Connor turned around to face his attacker. A griffin with a black hood over his head and only armed with a whip in his claws; he was backing away from him slowly trying to get away from him, but Connor lunged forward with his weapon “Keys…now!” He pressed the weapon to his neck, he dropped the whip and handed him a bronze key ring with a shaking claw. “Go...” The griffin shook his head vigorously and ran for his life out the door. Connor snatched up the keys and rushed to the cage were a familiar bat pony who was shaking slightly, and was covered in burn marks, whip lashes, and other signs of abuse. Connor walked up to the cage and looked down at the mare, she looked awful, any longer without help, she would have died, easily. “Shade, I’m here” She moved not a muscle. “I kept my promise, I’m getting you out of here” Connor watched her tail flick just barely, at least he was getting some kind of response from her. Connor opened the cage with the keys and reached down to pick her up, but as soon as his hand touched her, she tensed up and started to shake violently. “It’s going to ok, just calm yourself” He lightly pressed his hand under her neck, she was still tense but was less shaken by his touch. Connor pulled the mare from the bottom of the cold metal floor and set her on his shoulders, once he was comfortable he made his way to the door. Connor peered out of the door making sure the coast was clear, once he was confident the hall was empty, he started down the hall to the stairwell. He was half way there before there was a loud crashing sound followed by the massive doors swing open. Connor set the mare down on the floor next to his feet, as a dozen or so, guards came rushing out and surrounding him with spears, pikes, and axes all at the ready. They all had some kind of armor equipped ranging from plain chainmail all the way to full body plate armor. Connor took notice to the uneasiness each of them had with shaky claws, or jittery legs but there held their positions. “So you are the one who has been causing all this trouble, yes?” Connor took a stance watching every single one of the guards. “Obviously you are something else, so tell me, what are you really?” Connor looked around at the guards and could not see the owner of the voice. “Come on, don’t be shy” Connor could recognize the voice as the kings almost instantly, but were was he? “Show yourself cowered, I will find you!” Connor shouted. “Oh now I’m scared” There were two guards that separated to make a opening for another figure. “Coming here was a big mistake, and I’m sorry to say, you won’t be coming back out” The King himself walked into the circle. “So before you die, is there anything you want to say?” He smirked. “I will not be the one dying today, and you will not be alone” Connor glared down at the griffin. “Threatening me is not the best way to get on anyone’s good side, so I recommend you SHUT UP!” The king pulled his hand back to hit Connor. His claw barely made it half way to the human before Connor had grabbed his claw twisted his arm and dropped the king to his knees. “AHH, DAMN YOU, KILL IT…KILL IT!” The King raged. Connor let the griffin tyrant go, and took a stance as a few of the guards came marching forwarded, there was a brave soul who charged him solo, but was stopped when Connor ducked out of the way. Connor grasped the spear the guard was holding to, twisted around and pulled it from his grip, swinging at his legs throwing the poor griffin to the floor before being priced through the chest with his own weapon. “Stop standing around and KILL IT ALREADY!” The king retreated behind the great doors. Connor pulled the weapon from the corps, and took a defensive position next to the mare, ready to take on the challengers.