**_This was a challenge that I did with Aspire to Inspire where she basically gave me some characters to right with! Hope you enjoy!

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Reeve approached the weapon forge, eyes narrowing. The city streets were completely empty as night cloaked itself over the buildings; rain soaked the cobble roads, wetting his hair.

Sighing, he quietly began to pick the lock, checking behind his shoulder every few seconds. His fingers moved in intricate patterns as concentration knitted his eyebrows. Finally, the lock gave off a click and he entered.

Inside, the fire was still burning. A good sign.

He began to search the house, moving through the forgery and into the living space. It was a small area, a place for someone with not a lot of money.

_Strange_. Reave thought as he moved along the shadows. A famous weapon maker surely should be able to afford better than this dump.

But, as he turned to creep up the stairs, he felt a big arm rap around his neck. Air immediately left his lungs and he clawed for air as he tried to escape the big figure’s grasp. Quickly, he unsheathed his knife and poised it to strike the person’s arm. They let go before he could bring the knife down, but instead of backing down, they grabbed Reeve’s shoulders and pushed him against the wall, kicking the knife from his hands.

“I can’t be having you sneaking round my house like that.” The man said, his voice a deep murmur. He had the largest muscles Reeve had ever seen on a man, but instead of his face seeming intimidating, it looked almost kind.

Reeve growled, “Maybe, if you let me go, we can talk it out!” At that moment he brought his foot up and kicked the man in the stomach, causing him to stumble back and double over. Reeve tried to think of how he can defeat this man, until he resorted to kicking his knee and slicing at his throat. The man dodged and brought a great fist to lock with his chin. Ducking, Reeve grabbed the man’s arm and thrust the knife toward the forger’s stomach.

Before he could finally get his kill, the man swung his other fist toward him and hit him square in the jaw. Reeve’s head snapped back suddenly, and he stumbled to the floor. The man his knee on his chest, not enough to crush him, but enough to keep him down on the cold, stone floor.

“What are you trying to achieve by breaking into my house?” The man asked, his voice layered with the tiniest hint of a southern accent.

Reeve, still gasping for breath, blood trickling from his mouth, managed to say, “It would have helped if you had your little interrogation session before punching me so hard. If my jaw was broken, this would be a lot different.”

“Answer the question.” He seemed almost patient.

“I was sent to kill you, but it seems the tables have turned.” Reeve grunted, “Now can you do me a favour and get off of me, I feel like I’m gonna sink into the floor.”

The man nodded and stood. “My apologies.”

Reeve would have reached for the blade and ended him if it were not for the ache in every limb of his body.

“Can you leave now? I need my sleep.” The man said. Reeve got up slowly and turned to leave, sighing.

The man placed a hand on his shoulder. “Be careful out there.”

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_****_I already posted this one except it got banned the first time, so here it is except some extra stuff at the end to make it acceptable._**