AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

The Fighter - Part. 1

Adversary after adversary, the Rooks finally changed their minds about the lioness who was struggling with fatigue. She had never given up until now. This had aroused a certain admiration in the Assassin, who had stayed rather calm unlike his crew, who were as passionate about fighting as the rest of the audience. When he finished his beer, he stood up, warning his companions that he would be back in a few moments. He slipped between the burghers and the workers to join Robert, who was gloating over the spectacle. He stopped next to him and looked at the pugilistic princess.

"Isn't she wonderful, Mr. Frye?" he rejoiced as soon as he heard the Assassin call him. "She may not be on your level, but she is prodigious."

"I see that, your coffers are well filled," Jacob joked, turning briefly to the money he had earned.

He turned back to Topping who had not taken his eyes off the ring and the clash that was taking place.

"And how did you come to meet her?" he asked.

"She met me, actually. She wanted money and she wanted to make it by taking part in my fights," he answered in a monotone, so hypnotized was he by the brawl.

"I see," muttered the other, looking at the ring.

Topping gasped and looked at his friend. He had just had an epiphany. The other looked at him, confused.

"I have an idea..."

Jacob raised an eyebrow and listened carefully to what his ally was about to say.

"What if you faced her? It would be... like the ultimate fight!"

"You want me to finish this poor woman off?"

"If you could avoid..." retorted the bookmaker, glancing briefly at the accumulated profits.

"I thought we weren't supposed to fake the fights?"

"We could make an exception... it wouldn't hurt anyone."

The Frye twin shook his head, a cheeky smile on his lips, his gaze downcast. Topping pressed him on the idea. Hazel eyes darted back and forth between the organiser and the woman on the ring. Then he nodded and patted him on the shoulder with a wink.

"I'm going to get changed."

On the ground, the brunette turned on her side. She'd taken a hell of a punch in the face, but the round wasn't over. Although she could see stars, she was still moving and her desire to fight had not left her body, even if it was not far from its limits. Robert commented euphorically on what was happening in the ring, although he was beginning to worry about her - or at least the notes in her coffers. Despite her condition, the stunning and tenacious brunette won the last round. The bookmaker joined her in the ring and congratulated her, taking her hand and raising it in the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Here is our new champion!"

The young woman was booed and cheered by the audience. For some people, it was unnatural to see a woman fighting. And the brunette had no business being in this fight club. But she didn't care, she was relieved that it was all over. As he let go of her hand, she began to make her way to the ropes to leave the ring, get changed and collect her prize money. But Topping stopped her by calling her by a nickname she hated.

"This isn't over. There's another fight you have to make."

In confusion, her eyebrows furrowed, she turned to him. Her eyes, dark brown, turned black. This made the bookmaker feel uncomfortable. She slowly approached him, ready to clench her fists and put one of them in his face.

"What do you mean another fight? I've won every round, Topping. It's over for tonight."

"Another champion would like to fight you."