Asassin

It's 4050 and the world has had to revert back to basics. Kacela is possibly the best huntress and hired asassin in the entire of Escocia. The country is alive with thieves, killers, and hunters. A new sickness known as the Mal Plague is striking Escocia, and the people are dropping like flies. The only way to stay immune is to stay away......

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16. Pub Brawl

Kacela rode away from Glenna, breathing deeply. Her eyes smarted a little. It's from the smoke, she told herself. Just the smoke.

She wasn't entirely sure where she was heading, but Ignis carried her quickly to the Remedy Inn. She gave him a light pat before dismounting and giving his reins to the stable boy again.

Laine raised her eyebrows when she came in. "Kacela!" she exclaimed, setting down the dirty glass and cloth she was cleaning. "Didn't expect to see you back here. A weak beer, is it?"

Kacela nodded and slumped onto one of the bar stools. She was quite suddenly exhausted.

Laine turned her back to make the drink.

It happened very suddenly - one second Kacela was sitting on the stool, the next she recieved a great shove in the back and she went flying. She landed heavily on the floor, before jumping up, flushed with fury.

A large drunken bald man was rowdily demanding another gin from Laine where Kacela had been sitting moments before.

Kacela straightened her back slowly and walked up to him.

It took a while for the man to notice the smallish slim girl in an odd red garment that looked like a jumpsuit, pale-faced and staring up at him with cold determination.

"What d'you want, darling?" he slurred. His broad face was a puce colour from alcohol.

"That," Kacela murmured, "is my seat."

The whole pub had gone quiet. Several people froze with bottles halfway to their lips. One fight in a corner had comically stilled to one man clutching another in a headlock, neither moving.

"Not anymore it isn't!" the man roared.

Kacela shrugged and said, "I'll fight you for it."

A murmur went up in the crowd. Laine watched, eyes wide. This smallish teenage girl, fighting this drunk giant? She'll be killed.

The bald man glanced around, then fixed his piggy little eyes on her. "Well well well! A feisty one we got here, eh?" He lumbered off the stool and raised his fists in a clumsy boxing stance.

Kacela wasted no time.

She backed away, and the bald man looked smug, thinking she was giving up. But then she took a running jump and flew - quite literally flew - over his head. His face was a picture of shock and then pain as she whipped round, grabbed his shoulder with the force of a Shire horse and kicked him, hard, in the back of his knee. He fell, howling in pain, as Kacela calmly clambered back onto the stool.

The pub was silent.

But then it gradually erupted into cheers.

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