AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

The Fighter - Part. 1

"Look at me, Robert," she ordered, holding back an exasperated sigh. "Do I look like I can handle another fight?"

The bookmaker took a few moments to observe the brunette. Small open wounds, as well as a few scratch marks, reddened her skin, as did the blow marks. She had a cut on her lower lip, the blood had even dried. And then, the brunette was suffering inside. Bruises would appear on the invisible patches of her skin, hidden by her undershirt.

"Please, a fight between champions can bring in a lot of money, I could even double tonight's prize money if you accept."

Money was the worst subject. Robert knew she needed it, and so did she. She looked to the side for a few moments, the time for a brief reflection. She sighed and looked at him. Fist on her hips, head bent to the side, she huffed and agreed. Robert smiled widely and turned to the audience. He introduced the fight that was about to take place while Jacob weaved in and out of the middle-class and working-class people who had come to watch the fights. He stepped into the ring.

The brunette could then discover the face of her new opponent. Her first thought was that he was not bad. She enjoyed the sight of his V-shaped build and the peregrine falcon tattooed on his left pectoral. His muscles were quite well defined, it was clear that he had a different level than her previous opponents. She wasn't sure she could win against him. At this thought, she swallowed as Robert introduced him to the audience, who knew him and cheered.

"Give her a hard time, Jacob!" shouted a man in the excited crowd.

The young brunette turned towards the direction the voice was coming from. Then she moved towards Topping, refusing to fight this seemingly strong opponent. But the bookmaker replied that it was too late. He apologised and left the ring. Frustrated and angry, her cheeks puffed up briefly before she turned to the Assassin, who had a slight smirk on his face. Robert announced the start of the fight. With apprehension, the champion stood her ground and let her opponent circle around her. Neither of them launched themselves immediately, they just glared at each other. They watched each other from head to foot. Under the pressure of the audience, and the insults that the brunette was taking, she decided to attack him, hands folded into fists.

Jacob dodged and grabbed the wrist of his charming opponent. He pulled her towards him and gave her a headbutt in the nose and followed up with a kick to the abdomen, dropping her wrist in the process. She fell to the ground. The strong pain she had felt in her lower back made her come to her senses. She stood up, wobbly, with her hand over her nose. When she removed it from her face, she looked at the palm. She was bleeding. She glared at her opponent. He was going to pay. And so a battle dance began between the two champions. Jacob faced her rage, which he greatly enjoyed. Seeing his anger up close was much more interesting than being a spectator at a table. Sometimes he gave her a few openings. She was so determined to defeat him, both to silence the men who didn't like her and to have made the mistake of breaking her nose as well as making her bleed. This made the Assassin smile. He could almost think she was cute when she was angry. But the young woman was tired. Her body was telling her that she was at the end of her rope.

As the two champions faced each other again, a short distance away, the brunette's vision became increasingly blurred. A terrible tinnitus silenced the world around her. All she could hear was this persistent ringing. Then the room turned. She barely had time to see her opponent running towards her to catch up before she was plunged into darkness. She had just fainted. Her head did not have time to hit the ground, supported by Jacob's hands. The audience was shocked to see this. Robert Topping had to calm them down. He declared the show over and asked them to leave the club. He asked his employees to go and get help.

The Assassin sat on his knees with the woman's head on his thighs and tried to wake her up. He could see from the movement of her chest that she was alive. He saw that his previous opponents, as well as himself, had not spared her. Despite her fighting spirit and tenacity, the brunette was puny. The weaknesses and the speed were not enough to carry on fighting, even with breaks of a few minutes. To wake her up, he called out to her, not knowing her name, and gave her a few slaps on the cheek.