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Maximillian and Kira

It started out like any other day for Maximillian, when he suddenly dropped down through an open manhole into the sewers, landing right on top of Kira, who was lurking down there, waiting to strike down her target, which is now sitting on top of her.
A faint sinister smile can be heard from the distance that quickly disappears.
"Hue? What are you up to this time..." Whispers Maximillian said to himself.
"Ouch... Well, that makes things easier?" She says to herself as she pushes him off her.
As both get up and dust off the dirt from their clothes, Max leans against the wall and asks:
"And you are? Quite an unusual way of meeting. I usually prefer a bar or something..."
"Oh, just the person sent to take you out, nothing personal," as she prepares some throwing knives in her hands, holding them like a fan.
As Maximillian takes a second look:
"Oh, now I recognize you, I am three of your clients! Glad to see you are doing fine."
Kira: "I have no idea what you are talking about, I've never seen you before and I am paid good money to end you."
Max: "OH great, go ahead, give it your best!"
Kira, despite being slightly surprised by that reaction, throws her knives aimed perfectly at Max's head, only for them to hit yet another person falling down the manhole. Followed by her second wave of backup knives hitting a ball that a kid must have accidentally dropped into the hole.
Kira: "You got to be kidding me..."
Max: "Wanna go over there, perhaps? You know, where there are fewer openings above us?"
Kira: "Oh, shut up." she walks over to the other side of the sewer channel.
Max: "So, who even sent you? How do you know I'm your target?"
Kira: "Confidential. And I watched you long enough by now." she prepares yet another knife to throw.
Max: "Ah, a stalker, I see."
As Kira throws her next knife, it hit a small sewer thrasher that was just jumping at Max.
Max: "Alright, I'm getting tired of this, I believe your time is up."
Max pulls out his loaded crossbow and takes quick aim at Kira, only to miss her barely, having the bolt bounce from a few walls and hitting his own crossbow, marking it unusable.
Max: "What!?"
Max pulls out his own throwing knife and throws it right at Kira's throat; the trajectory seems perfect. But once again, it hits yet another random sewer fish, trying to go for her throat as well.
Both scream into the void: "Why are you protecting him/her!?"
And both suddenly look at each other: "Wait, what?"
"Fatecursed?" "Fatecursed."
Suddenly, that sinister laugh returns, manifesting from out of the water.
Hue: "Hahaha, whoops, quite the predicament I made myself here... why don't you guys just relax and talk things out a bit on the surface?" Hue puts on a huge smug grin on her face.
Max: "Wait, since we both are under your protection, if we just keep trying to kill each other right here and now, eventually, one will succeed!"
Hue: "Wait! No, no, no, no!" Hue suddenly loses her cool attitude and gives off a slight feeling of inner panic.
Kira: "Sounds about right. But I'm not gonna be the one biting the dust here!"
As Kira is about to strike Max with a piercing dagger, he suddenly grabs Hue herself and puts her between himself and Kira. Kira, not reacting in time, stabs Hue right through the back, deep enough for the dagger to poke out on the other side.
Hue: "How dare you use me as a meat shield!"
Max, as he throws her to the side to retaliate: "Sorry, miss. I always wanted to do that; I couldn't let that chance slip."
Kira: "Can't blame you, that felt good indeed!"
Max: "Anyway, with this situation, I'm not gonna be the one going down either!"
Hue: "Damn you guys, you really have to take the complicated route..."
With those words, Hue disappears back into the waters.
Both Max and Kira lock their eyes, preparing their weapons, and put on a big smile: "This ends now."
They get into an absolutely reckless scramble, barely paying attention to their own defense. But every single otherwise lethal blow would always be deflected by sheer luck or otherwise unusual events down in the sewers.
A perfect blow to the chest? Max just so happens to have his debt ledger in that exact pocket. A good slice across the neck? Too bad, that was the knife that needed a good sharpening for over a month now. A deadly grip holding someone's head underwater? Not on the sewer thrasher's watch, which keeps jumping right into everyone's face right above the water surface. Throwing Kira down the big vertical pipes that lead to the lower sewer levels? A random geyser shoots her right back up, landing straight in Max's arms.
"My, what strong arms." "So light and soft?" Both shake it off really quickly and pull out even more knives.
This little fight kept going back and forth like this until they eventually tired out to the point where both just blacked out on the spot. Even Hue, observing from a safe distance in the shadows, drops down in sweat.
Hue: "Fuck me, they got good... but I think my job here is done..." She tells herself as she disappears from the area for good.
Later that day, Max wakes up in his quarter. All his wounds are tended to, and Miriath stands next to him:
"Whoa, wait, where am I? Where is that assassin?!"
"Assassin? A little birdy told me to get you and your little girlfriend out of the sewers before the guards do. She is in your mother's room right now. No idea what you got into, but not gonna lie, it looked kinda cute how you both lay there in each other's arms, completely knocked out. Though I have to admit, she must have one hell of a guardian angel. Clumsy me dropped her like three times while trying to get her up the ladders, and she always got stuck instantly, never dropped more than a few centimeters..." replies Miriath.
Maximillian instantly gets up and rushes to her room. His mother, Svenja, is currently reapplying some bandages.
As he entered the room, Kira instantly grabbed one of the scalpels from the table. She tries to throw it at him, only for her shoulder to dislocate again, missing terribly and hitting the flower pot nearby.
"Could you stop it already, Sheesh..." screams a voice from seemingly nowhere.
"Just wanted to give it one last try," Kira says calmly.
"Doesn't need to be the last. What say we get some coffee later once we can both walk again?" Max replies just as calmly.
"I'll take you up on that offer. And coffee sounds nice, too."
Later that day
Max: "By the way, who even hired you? I was in no disguise that anyone would currently hold a grudge against, not to mention I wasn't even disguised, to begin with... Whoever that was must know too much."
Kira: "Unfortunately, it was just a middleman that reached out to me, but I think we can both agree to have a certain suspicion..."
Max: "I see, while I think to know who you are talking about, it lacks any kind of motive, why would she go through the hassle of..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the barista served their lattes. Both look down at them, noticing something weird.
Max: "Is this place religious?"
Kira: "Nope."
Max: "Then i guess it is true..."
Kira: "So it seems..."
Both continue to look down at their beverage, still trying to understand why. Without any request, the cream of the latte formed the emblem of Hue on the surface, together with a little winky face.
Max: "Just what is this cat up to..."
While both were briefly absent-mindedly trying to think about what happened today, one of the waitresses slipped on a little puddle of spilled coffee from the neighboring table, accidentally crashing Max and Kira's table. Both beverages fell to the ground, spilling all over the floor. Shortly after, the puddles started to smoke and dissolve.
Both just smirk and exhale a short gust of wind out of their nose, while locking their eyes.
Max: "Man... Just what it this coffee here made of..."
Kira: "Rather, just how poorly made is that floor..."