She Becomes The Hero In Another World 41 She Goes On A Rampage

"Cripes! It's the a.s.sa.s.sins League!" Dirk jumped almost three feet high, as if he were trying to escape his skin. Of course, this shout brought the attention of the entire room onto Robin and Dirk. Robin, thinking fast on her feet, grabbed Dirk by the back of his s.h.i.+rt and tugged him out of the entranceway, just in time before a throwing knife flashed through the s.p.a.ce where his head had been.

Robin tossed Dirk under a nearby wagon, s.h.i.+elding him from the eyes of others, then brought out the Hero's Sword.

She hadn't even had time to unsheath it before the quickest of the a.s.sa.s.sins was upon her. She blocked his stab with the sheathed sword, then swiftly kicked him in between the legs. Predictably, the a.s.sa.s.sin was down, dropping his blade as he curled around the agonized area. When the other a.s.sa.s.sins saw this, they felt much pity towards the man, and paused, giving Robin another oportunity to attack.

Robin kicked the weapon, launching it into the air. Then, with another kick, she launched it towards the a.s.sa.s.sins. It hit one of them in the shoulder, causing him to cry out in anguish. Robin finally unsheathed her blade, sword s.h.i.+ning in the light of the sun that was low upon the horizon.

Dirk almost couldn't believe his eyes. Robin used both the sword and the sheath to wade into the a.s.sa.s.sins, incapacitation them with blows that wouldn't kill them, but would definitely put them out of commission. Concussions, broken bones, and missing teeth were the least of their problems.

They couldn't launch throwing knives or needles at her, or else she would use her sword to ricochet them into their fellow a.s.sa.s.sin members. But, these knives were often coated in poison, so the injured had to retreat in order to give themselves the antidote to the poison before it was too late.

If they had complained to Robin about it after the fight, she would simply have told them that they reaped what they sowed. Who asked them to coat their knives in poison? Robin was simply fighting in self defense. But, Robin wasn't afraid of fighting dirty. In fact, this was the first time that the a.s.sa.s.sins League had met someone who was probably even more shameless than them at fighting.

Eye gouges, headb.u.t.ts, knee-strikes. Any kind of disruptive action that she could take, she did. As such, the area within reach of her sword was her absolute area. No one could intrude in that area for long before they were swiftly dispatched.

As such, within ten minutes, Robin had incapacitated all forty plus members of the men dressed in black. Of course, the noise brought about by the fight had soon alerted the local guards, and the nearby Prince Christian, to come take a look. When Christian arrived, though, Robin had already fled the scene, Dirk in tow. All that was left was a group of over forty men pa.s.sed out upon the ground after suffering from a non-lethal, traumatizing event. The guards immediately recognized them by their clothes and arrested them.

But, Christian was curious about this person who could allegedly incapacitate over forty men of the a.s.sa.s.sins league. After requesting a recording of what happened in this area from the local magic eye, he was surprised to find a familiar figure appearing in the crystal ball.

"It's him!" Christian exclaimed. Even if Robin were disguised as an old goat, she couldn't disguise the fluid sword style she used. The only difference between the way she handled things here, is that she used a non-lethal approach. Christian didn't watch anymore after the fight was over. Instead, he took off in the direction in which Robin had run off in.

In an alleyway far from the scene of carnage, Robin had stopped to regain her stamina. Dirk was besides himself in unbelief, as he stared at Robin.

"What?" She finally asked, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"You're the Hero!?" Dirk got straight to the point.

"...Yeah. Don't tell anyone, though." Robin said, as she cautiously glanced out of the alleyway for any pursuers.

"I was saved by the Hero!?" Dirk couldn't seem to believe it, himself. "You're really the Hero?" He asked again.

Robin laughed despite her winded state. His dumfound expression was really refres.h.i.+ng. "Yes. I'm the Hero." She replied. "And I'm being chased by Prince Christian, who is currently under a very difficult-to-dispel enchanted potion right now. I'm supposed to keep him busy until Magi Jasmine can come back with the antidote. So, Dirk of the Gossip Chain, are you willing to lend me a hand? Failure may include having Prince Christian's good name tarnished, or even worse: mine, if I am captured within an hour....make that about forty minutes." Robin realized that by this time, twenty minutes had already gone by.

Dirk finally managed to get his thoughts back together. "What do you mean, tarnis.h.i.+ng your name?" Dirk asked.

"I can't guarantee that I won't smack him hard enough to lanch him all the way back to the castle, if he's too clingy." Robin grinned wryly.

"That wouldn't be good. Queen Emeline is one of my loyal customers!" Dirk exclaimed. "All right, I'm willing to help you. What do I have to do?"

Robin smiled mischievously.

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Jasmine had reached her house by now, and had swiftly headed towards her work station, where several tens of vials stood.

"Oh, which one is it!?" She growled in frustration as she checked the labels in the bottom of the vials. After looking through about fifteen of them, she found the one she was looking for, and quickly returned to the carriage.

"As quick as you can! Back to the castle!" Jasmine ordered the coachman.

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Christian was still searching for Robin when he came across a small group of children. Just as he was about to hurry past, he heard one of the children ask.

"Are you sure that you saw the Hero around here?"

"I'm certain! He was wearing a brown feather mask kind of like the one that Hero Robin was wearing in the procession two days ago." The questioned child a.s.serted.

"It was only kind of like that mask? Sure, and what if it was just someone else with a mask?" The first child jeered.

"But, would anyone other than the Hero have the Hero's Sword in his hands?" the second child asked.

Christian paused, and asked the children.

"Excuse me, you say you saw the Hero around here? Can you point me in the direction he went in?" He took out a silver coin and played around with it in his hand. The child eyed the silver coin greedily.

"He took off in that direction!" the child pointed a road leading towards the main road. Christian tossed the silver coin to the child and took off running down the road.

But he did not see what happened after he left the children behind. Robin came out of one of the side alleyways, and patted the child on the head. "Good job! See? Didn't I tell you that you could get money for practically free?"

"Thank you, Hero! Now I can get a really big meal for my little sister." The child said, patting the rather skinny three year old child next to him. Robin felt her heart ache at the sight, and gave him four big coppers.

"Let me tell you a secret. The person I look up to above everyone else is my big brother. No matter what life threw at us, he was there protecting me until the time I was old enough and strong enough to protect him in return. Always protect your little sister. She will remember everything that you do for her." Robin told the child, as she also gave away a few candied fruits to them.

"I will, Hero Robin! You can count on me!" The little child said, pounding a fist to his chest as his eyes were glued to the candied fruits.

"All right then! I'll see you two later!" Robin laughed as she followed Dirk, who had reappeared from wherever he had gone, down another side alley. It was time for them to begin the plan.