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A different type of bandits sprang up in Jerusalem, the so-called sicarii, who murdered men in broad daylight in the heart of the city.
— The Sicarii: Ancient Jewish "Terrorists" by Richard A. Horsley

Sicarii is a term applied, in the decades preceding the destruction of Jerusalem in 70 CE, to an extremist splinter group of the Zealots who were attempting to expel the Romans and their partisans from the Roman province of Judea. The Sicarii carried sicae, or small daggers, concealed in their cloaks, hence their name. At public gatherings, they pulled out these daggers to attack Romans or Roman sympathisers, blending into the crowd after the deed to escape detection. They were one of the earliest forms of an organized assassination unit or cloak and daggers, predating the Middle Eastern Order of Assassins and Japanese ninja by centuries.

Battle vs. Order of Assassins and Ninja (by Killermoves)[]

This warrior won an Ancient Battle of the Year Award









Prologue[]

The sun rose, its golden radiance covering a settlement somewhere along the silk road. Even in the punishing heat, people from all around the globe, gathered and congregated, bringing with them produce to trade and sell. Different languages from both the East and the West, like Latin, Greek, Chinese, and Mongolian, filled the streets and marketplaces. Combined with the various colorful costumes these people wore, from tunics, skirts, pantaloons, and turbans, the place became a united multicultural nation. A simmering stew pot of unique flavors mixed haphazardly, creating a chaotic yet highly savorous taste.

Inside an adobe inn, a lone man wearing a steppe dress and yak fur hat, prayed. He knelt down on a rug and bowed, his head and arms facing the ground. In full submission to the Lord, of the mission he would undertake, he prayed for strength, he prayed for success. He stuttered as he prayed, as dread spread throughout his soul, torturing his mind and body. He was now a mere ember flicking on a wick, not knowing if he would continue to burn or be extinguished. This was his life right now, the fate he chose, which he surrendered to Allah many years ago.

He was a hashashin tasked to commit a great assassination of a foreigner. He knew little yet on how he would be able to commit the grand murder. But he was there nonetheless, no questions asked; he already had with him his long poisoned jambiya. Even as he trembled upon the great challenge, he reassured himself that Allah lived in him. That Allah would guide him. And that Allah would support only the bold and the righteous. Their enemies spread lies about them using hashish and other black magic for their missions. But he only needed Allah and Allah alone.

Near another building three streets away, a buddhist monk wearing a straw hat and exotic blue robes, stood and hummed. On his staff were small bells that rang whenever he shook it, ringing and chiming as passer-bys went. He would ask for donations from the kindly and compassionate. There’s money to be made if he could catch their attention. But the man was not there to just earn some alms. It was all a cover to remain inconspicuous. No one would want to hurt a poor hungry monk, even if that monk was secretly a ninja tasked to kill one poor sap.

The ninja was far from home, in a barbaric world with alien food and customs. The arid environment was something to get used to, not to mention the acrid smell of foreign sweat and spices. Yet, he had no choice for he was sent there by his daimyo. And though he too didn’t know how, he had to do it, in order to earn his rice and keep. If he succeeded, hopefully he’d get fief or be a vassal. Who knew? Maybe he’d be more; far far more than that.

A block away in a plaza where people came to rest and chatter, a devious man wearing a tunic and a large cloak, scanned and observed. He would smile and chuckle at these little parasites walking about, enjoying their lives and wasting coins, ignorant of the people outside starving and dying. He came from a land far away, opressed worse than an old abused farm horse. They were conquered by Sammael’s vermins, who came out of the Mediterranian, parading themselves in armor. These foreigners, who called themselves Romans, brought nothing but grief, suffering, and death. But their occupation and oppression would not last long anymore. His mission today would hopefully free them from their tyranny.

The land he was in belonged to a mighty empire, as powerful and large as Roma. And they had the richness and technology that could potentially destroy that seat of evil. All he had to do right now was to incite chaos in this meek community, belonging to one powerful member of this empire’s oligarch. He brought with him Roman sica knives and garments, to make it look like the latter had declared war and drew first blood. Hopefully, a large war between the two would begin, and hopefully it would end in Rome’s destruction.

However, intelligence from his people told him that there were some who would try to stop him. Not Romans, but a bunch of foreigners who were anxious that a war between the Italians and the Chinese would be so great, that it would spill and cause death to their lands as well. Scholars, wise men, and even oracles and prophets, spoke of such a world war that would be far worse that any war that was ever seen. A conflict so massive, its shadows of death would engulf the world, leaving millions dead, with decadence soon to follow. Hence why many would want it stopped.

They could try. But they’d have to find and kill him first. The man, a sicarius from Judah, was ready for anyone who would try to stop him. Anyone who would try to destroy their plans. Anyone who would attempt to destroy their dreams of freedom.

Battle[]

It was late afternoon, probably only an hour before evening. A time where the streets were most busy with people who had finished their jobs, now going about buying dinner or heading home. The sicarius was still in the plaza, excitement flowing all over him as he witnessed the number of people increase and bloat. Hours watching the area gave him the knowledge of the best places to strike, as well as the best places to slip away. With darkness coming soon, getting away would be less difficult.

It was now or never. He must not waste the adrenaline and zealotism running strong in his veins. He made a deep inhale before heading out into the crowd.

As he went, the ninja watched from a far. He had already located his quarry a few hours ago with the information given to him and those he gathered himself. But he continued to wait and procrastinate. He was unsure of what he could and should do. This was different from how he usually did things. While he had his wakizashi strapped to his waist, his fingers softly touching its grip, he had not committed this kind of murder in such a circumstance before. The idea of diving into a throng of barbarians made one who was accustomed to isolationism sick. The ninja himself could feel the pressure puncturing his heart and making it bleed. Still not knowing what to do, he decided to stand down and think more of this through.

From another corner of the plaza, sitting on a bench together with a couple of strangers, the hashashins too kept track of the two. Those fools were smack-dabbed into the point of no return, dangling on a cliff that led nowhere but certain death. One was ready to dive head first, while the other wept as if life itself planned to drop him against his will. Still, it was sort of entertaining, in a dark and twisted way, watching them attempt to perform this play. The hashashin knew his part as well. It was now a matter of patience how he would conduct it to get the most applause.

There was a cry, followed by another and another. Soon, cries from a thousand languages echoed in the air, followed by great thrashing and stampeding feet. The sicarius pulled his sica away from a Chinese elder’s chest, and the man fell where the others laid. On the dusty ground were a great pool of blood. Besides the old man, was a young boy whose neck was slit, a young girl weeping as her face was sliced in two, and a pregnant woman clutching her left side in pain.

With his deed done, the sicarius raised his arms and yelled the most Roman thing he could think of. “Sic semper tyrannis!” he yelled before dropping his blade and running away into the alleyways. He would further strip himself of his garments, wiping the blood off of him as well, until he only wore a simple one-piece tunic. He ran a further distance away before finding the nearest crowd to hide and blend in.

The night would then be filled with fear, as news of the terroristic act further spread, and the settlement became beset by roving armed prefects. No one dared to come out into the street and become the next victim of the sicarius’s knife. Hopefully, his act, as well as the knife and garments he left behind, would be evidence of a Roman incursion. When he went back to his inn, he added more to his body count by killing the innkeeper and his family. He then rested in his room, which was also jam-packed with Roman wares, including armors, fake letters, and more sica daggers. Their discovery would further fan the vengeful rage of the Chinese.

Now at peace, the sicarius smiled for doing a job well done. Getting out of the settlement would be as difficult as stuffing a Roman bastard inside of another Roman bastard. But hell, he’d already accomplished his mission. The sicarius wouldn’t care what would happen to him. All he cared was what would happen to his people next. It would be another long and bloody struggle, but at least, freedom would be near, and the destruction of Rome assured.

It was a shame though, for he was also waiting for the ones who were supposed to stop him. He was actually prepared to die in that street. Yet, narry a sound, a sight, or even just a slight disturbance was present. The sicarius did not know whether to be relieved or be disappointed. Guess he was expecting more to happen today. Maybe Yahweh had other plans for him in store. May He be praised by a thousand nations.

Suddenly, the sound of a curtain falling to the floor entered the sicarius’s ears. He jerked back, a sica in his hand, only to meet the stroke of a glistening steel. The ninja slashed his wakizashi with great force upon the sicarius’s neck. Although it only managed to get half-through, it was enough to cut both bone and vocal cords. No screams came out of the sicarius’s mouth; his face bearing the look of a shocked idiot. The moment he fell to the floor, the ninja followed up with another chop, severing his head completely from his body.

The ninja then sheathed his sword and tried to catch his bread. Blood continued to spill and puddle, with little trickles seeping into the boards and raining down on the floor below. Blood, however, was not of the ninja’s concern. Getting his hands and feet bloodied was part of the course. The damage had been done and killing the sicarius was only one part of quenching the fires of rage. After a brief rest, the ninja unstrapped a parcel made of waterproof goat skin. He took out a letter that was written in Chinese, signed by their own Chinese ambassadors and officials, telling those who would read it that the attacks were a setup. That the man was not a Roman and the Romans had nothing to do with the crimes.

It would be a long shot. Who knew if the Chinese would buy it. But they had to try. They had to hope that the wanting for peace far outweighed the thirst for blood. And if this one failed, the ninja believed that the shogun would know what to do. He did worry about the prospects of whether he’d still be allowed to keep his head intact after this. But what’s done was done.

The ninja didn’t bother going downstairs. He decided to continue with the safest route — escaping through the rooftops. He got out of the window and dropped to the next house. He then jumped off unto another building, grabbing a window sill, and climbed up. He kept moving from one nearby building to another, until he came upon an abandoned one, with a broken down rooftop greenery that would serve well as a place of refuge. It was too dangerous to go out into the streets; better to stay put and rest for the night.

A new morning came and people were back outside. Dread still permeated in the atmosphere and prefects continued to roam and question people. The ninja came down from the building and walked away. He glimpsed at the inn where he killed the sicarius, now filled with people buzzing around. Someone had already discovered the bodies. Hopefully, they would be able to do a proper investigation. The ninja then came upon the plaza where the attacks took place. The bodies were gone but blood was still in the dusty ground. Markers were placed as signs of respect for the dead.

Afterwards, he continued to the stables to get his horse and ride towards the port. He couldn’t wait to finally get back to Japan — back to his family and back to his daimyo. If he was going to die, he’d rather be in the land of the rising sun.

The ninja suddenly felt a sharp pain that crippled him. A knife had lacerated his whole thigh, severing muscles and a femoral artery. Screaming, the ninja knelt down as he grasped his leg. He then felt another powerful pain in his chest, and looking down, he saw a jambiya knife jabbed right through him. The ninja made one final gasp before dropping to the ground. As he looked at the sky, sensing life leaving his body, he could hear the screams of the citizens, and the breathing of someone nearby.

Eye to eye, the hashashin and the ninja stared at each other. Complete strangers in this strange world who were currently in shadow conflict against each other. In full view of the ninja, the hashashin took off his cloak, revealing himself to be wearing a Roman lorica segmentata armor — the same one inside the Sicarius’s room. He also took out from his pocket the same letter that the ninja brought with him, which the hashashin tore into tiny little pieces in front of the ninja’s eyes. Soon, the ninja died, and the hashashin could hear the thundering footsteps of prefects and soldiers coming towards him.

The armed Chinese shouted at him, mostly curses and threats. The hashashin understood them well and he could feel the hatred in those words they sent. The Chinese were angered beyond forgiveness. The sort of anger that made one so enraged they didn’t know right from wrong anymore. The sort of anger that caused genocide on a scale that was inhuman and demonic. The sort of anger that even Al Shaitan would blush from. The Chinese wanted blood from those responsible, and right now the hashashin, the prime suspect, would satisfy this bloodlust.

Without fear, in full calmness of mind, the hashashin raised his arms and praised Allah in Latin. He then spoke to the Chinese in their own language, dishing out his own curses and insults. He stated that he, and the sicarius, the one who committed those murders and the one found dead inside that inn full of Roman wares, were Romans. He added how their fellow Romans, and the Roman Empire as a whole, despised the Chinese. How they were disgusted of them. How they consider their culture inferior. How deformed their people were and how bug-like they were. How filthy the pigs they called their women were. How dumb they were to the point that they wouldn’t recognize their mothers from their wives.

Finally, the hashashin ended his inflammatory poetry with the declaration that the Italians would love to come there and wipe their people off the face of the Earth. And how they were already planning to do it and he was only an appetizer.

The prefects had lost their minds. Reason was thrown out; civility dissolved in their hearts. They became more like animals than people after that scornful speech. And this was what the hashashin wanted. The prefects then charged with their swords, spears, and halberds. They skewered the hashashin in the gut, chopped off his limbs, and lopped off parts of his skull. Being ripped to shreds was not always quick. Anyone that angry would want to prolong the suffering of the accursed, and make sure to not leave any area of the skin uncut.

But for the hashashin, it didn’t matter. He had made his people and Allah proud. He had made the former rich too. The Judeans would give the rest of what they owed to the Old Man of the Mountain for his performance. And whoever and whatever nation would die in the upcoming war would be none of their concern.

Expert's Opinion[]

The hashashin was crowned the deadliest ancient hitman for his superior ability to disguise himself, use language, and blend in. He was also the better trained and most experienced when it comes to assassination between the three.

The ninja didn’t lag behind, and some noted that he was the best when it comes to gathering information for an assassination. He also had one of the best weapons and was more advanced. However, his lack of training and experience in all manners of assassination cost him in the end.

The sicarius was placed in last place due to the fact that they were less experienced, less disciplined, and were not as sophisticated as the hashashin and the ninja.

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Battle vs. Ninja (by Elgb333)[]

This warrior won an Ancient Battle of the Year Award









In a bustling marketplace somewhere in Southern India. Five Sicarii carefully scout the place for any guards as night finally came. With their devious plan in motion, they lie in wait, perfectly blended in with the group. In the central plaza, a commotion was drawing the people in. A herald stood in the center, delivering the latest news and orders from the high-and-mighty.

That man was the Sicarii’s target. With only a few guards and servants guarding him, they were confident that this mission was as easy as a piece of challah. With their cloaks wrapped around their bodies, and the daggers snuggly fitted inside. They slowly approached the talking herald, pushing aside some of the mass of civilians blocking their view. As the latter was already finishing his speech, the slow march of the Sicarii suddenly transformed into a sprint. They were bloodlusted now, and as they come closer and closer to their target, there was no stopping them in sending that poor bastard to hell. But then, as they were just feet away from their target, the Herald suddenly fell on the ground twitching. His mouth was overflowing with spit and pain was invading his body. The guards quickly came to help him and pushed away the curious and anxious civilians. The Sicarii noticed a small dart on the man’s neck; a visible evidence of a nefarious assassination. Someone has beaten them to it.

With no choices left but to investigate, the Sicarii left the plaza in search of the killers. They searched from nook to nook and alleyways to alleyways. Watching every face of people they came across. Then, one of them noticed a man clad in Oriental garments hidden on top of a building. He was holding tube-like device that the Sicarii recognized as a blowdart. Knowing deep in their guts that the man was the nosy assassin, the Sicarii quickly bolted to his direction. The man, a ninja, couldn’t notice the army of madmen coming towards him.

One Sicarius stopped in his tracks and unwrapped his cloak. Grabbing a hard stone from the ground, he wrapped it by his cloak, and started swinging his weighted cloak like a sling. After gaining some momentum he lets the stone fly. The projectile travelled straight and hits ninja right between the eyes. Blind and losing consciousness from such a blow, the ninja loses balance and falls off the building; breaking his body and killing him.Darkred The crowd watches in horror of what was happening.

As the Sicarii came forward to look at the dead body, a ninja suddenly jumps from a building on top of them; yelling “banzai” as he and his tanto landed on a Sicarius’ back, killing him.Blue The Sicarii sees this and they lunge forward, intent on killing the bastard. The ninja on the other hand, raises his tanto and yells, and three other ninjas suddenly jumped out from on top of various buildings and simultaneously threw their shurikens at the Sicarii. Some of the shurikens found their mark, hitting two of the Sicarii’s and injuring them, and the ninjas used this to swiftly retreat to the opposite side of the market. The Sicarii, with their blood now boiling with rage, chased down these heathen Orientalists.

Both groups chased each other in a street full of people. Each of them bumped rudely on the civilians working in the place, knocked properties over, and disrespectfully pushed aside everyone in the intent of not losing their targets. As one ninja was trying his best to evade the Sicari in that warm clump of people; a Sicarius suddenly came out of nowhere from his left, and gutted him with his sica in front of horrified on lookers.Darkred His fellow ninja sees this and yells in anger, and he unsheathe his kusarigama and lets its ball fly. It hits the Sicarius straight in the face critically, and as the Sicarius held his now shattered skull with bits of matter and blood flowing from it, the ninja came forward and drove the sickle in his neck, putting an end to his mission.Blue Another Sicarius suddenly charged unto him from the back, but the ninja rolled away flawlessly from that attack. Using his ball and chain, he threw it wrappingly on the Sicarius leg, before pulling it and letting the Jew stumble flat on the ground. The ninja then charges in, and he further wraps the chain on the Sicarius arm and neck. With one swift motion, the ninja turns back and used the chain as leverage to judo throw the Sicarius, breaking his neck and killing him as his body landed in front of the ninja.Blue The latter then stabs the dead Sicarius on the back with the sickle just to make sure, and the kusarigama was proving its worth on the battle.

On the other side of the market, two ninjas and two Sicarii were also chasing each other to and fro. One ninja trips on the dry sand and lands hard on the ground like a playful little boy. Fearing greatly for his life as the Sicarii were swarming in front of him, the ninja throws all of his shurikens in a desperate attempt. The Sicarii on the other hand, with the tip of their cloaks now wrapped on their forearms like a Spanish matadero; covering their whole torso as a shield that blocked the shurikens. The ninja then tries to unleash his blowdart, but it too couldn’t penetrate the cloak. One Sicarius came in and kicks the ninja on the face Anderon Silva-style. And as the ninja falls with a broken face, the Sicarius knelt down and stabbed him multiple times like a madman.Darkred As he continues his bloody stabbings, the other Sicarius continued on with his chase on the remaining ninja. When the Sicarius finally grabs the ninja by his gappa, the ninja turns back and deviously threw a black egg filled with pounded glass on the Sicarius’ eyes; blinding him. The Sicarius yelled in pain as he tries to remove the glass, but the ninja grabs his tanto and pierced it into the Sicarius’ chest; silencing him, before the ninja pushed his carcass aside on the dusty street.Blue

The other Sicarius, who just have finished his rampage on the carcass, eyes the ninja and with a grin, covers his body with his cloak shield and his pugio dagger beneath it. The ninja then readies his martial stance with a tanto and black egg in each hand. He then throws several black eggs, but the cloak shielded the Sicarius. Seeing his eggs useless, the ninja angrily charges the Sicarius with his tanto, and the two were now locked in an intense knife battle. Each time the ninja slashes and thrusts, the Sicarius cloak covers his whole body, making his attacks very inaccurate. The ninja was now stuck being a bull chasing the graceful dance of a matador which is the Sicarius. The latter blocks some of the ninja’s attacks that created sparks of fury from their metal weapons, and intent on finishing it, the Sicarius threw his cloak on the ninja’s face; blinding him. The Sicarius then follows up by further wrapping the cloak on the ninjas head and neck; preventing him from breathing. As the ninja loses consciousness, the Sicarius decided that he wasn’t going to give him an easy death, so he slices the weakened ninja’s throat and left him gurgling on his own blood on the street.Darkred

Wiping the dust off of him, the Sicarius smiled at how his work was artistically done, not giving any care to the people who have just watched the bloody horror that has just unfolded. With the Sicarius now satisfied, he now sets his eyes in getting back to his headquarters. But then as he turns back, a bloodlusted ninja suddenly jumps in front of him with a tanto. The surprised Sicarius caught the ninja midair, and both warriors yelled each other with the objective of making the other die a horrible death for what they did to their comrades. The Sicarius on the other hand, managed to use all of his strength to throw the ninja away like a ragdoll. The ninja, undeterred, throws a shuriken at the Sicarius’ knee, making him kneel to the ground clutching it in pain. The ninja then unstraps his unholy kusarigama and throws the ball to the Sicarius. The latter sees this and attempts to dodge, and although the ball didn’t hit his face, the chain still turned in and wrapped around his neck. It made a crunching noise as it tightens. Seeing this, an evil look appeared on the ninja’s face, and with all of his strength, he dragged the Sicarius forcedly on the street. With all of his force, he slams the weakened Sicarius’ body into buildings, people, and booths with the chain still wrapped around his neck. Using the chain as a pulling rope, the ninja brings the Sicarius towards him like Hanzo Hashashi, before uppercutting him in the jaw which flung him to the air. The Sicarius fell hard on the street unconscious, and the ninja, thinking his opponent is dead, walks off knowing he has finished his work. But little did he know, that at his back, the Sicarius was trying his best to slowly and steadily get up like some Middle-Eastern Rocky Balboa. Years of brutality and training has made this Sicarius tough. He was an extremist, and it will take far more than flashy push-arounds to kill him. He will win this victory for his country… or die trying in the hands of God.

Next, the ninja couldn’t believe what just happened. All he can see now is a big sica sticking out of his chest; stabbed by one tenacious Sicarius from the back. As he spits blood from his mouth, the ninja kneels down dying, as the Sicarius pulls the sica back. The latter then appears in front of the dying ninja, and as the ninja looks up to his killer, the Sicarius lops off his head with one powerful swing.Darkred The Sicarius yells as the horrified people ran away tired of all of this madness. Hearing the footsteps of the now prepared guards, the Sicarius flees towards a boat waiting for him in the port.

Expert's Opinion[]

The battle was very close, with votes mounting in neck-to-neck. But the Sicarii slightly snatches victory, with the experts believing that his better and stealthier melee weapons, combined with his versatile cloak that can be used offensively and defensively, won him the day. Some would even say that the Sicarii was more experienced in the art of killing than the multitasking ninja.

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Reasons[]

Battle was declared invalid because the Sicarii were given weapons they did not use.

Battle vs. Harii Warrior (by 123chaseyoung)[]

Sicarii: DarkredDarkredDarkredDarkredDarkred Ghost Warrior: BlueBlueBlueBlueBlue

In a small village in the Mediterranean, two opposing forces meet. One group was the Germanic Ghost Warrior, who were sent to scout the place and take it as their own. Their skins painted black as the night. In the village were five Sicarii who were buying precious weapons they can use for their rebellion.

The Germanic Ghosts then storms the village. They killed many of the inhabitants with their swords and spears. The Sicarii sees this and they ready to defend themselves against the raiders. One Sicarius drew his bow and fires an arrow, hitting the ghost warrior in the face.Blue He tried to fire again but the ghost covered themselves with their shields and charged. The Sicarii also drew their swords and attacked. One German hacked a Sicarius to death with his sword.Darkred A Ghost warrior tried to avenge his comrade by chucking a javelin, but the Sicarius just dodged it and slashes the German's throat.Blue

A ghost and a sicarius clashed head-on. The Sicarius made a overhead chop but the ghost parried. The German then punched the Hebrew in the face before sinking his blade in to his gut.Darkred Before he can pull it out, a Sicarius plunged his sword in his back.Blue

As the battle raged on, a Sicarius tried to fire his bow, but as he was aiming a German threw his javelin at his neck, killing him.Darkred The German then grabbed his spear, and as a Sicarius turns toward him and charged like a madman, the ghost warrior plunged his spear at his abdomen that lifted him up in the air like a piked meat.Darkred

In the other corner a German was readying his sword as he searches for his prey. But he didn't see the Hebrew coming straight towards him before a cloak suddenly wrapped around his head. Distracted, the Sicarius then lopped the German's head clean-off.Blue

The remaining Ghost and Sicarius then stared at each other menacingly. Shouting both charged at each other with rage. The Ghost thrusts his spear at the charging Sicarius, but the blade only scratched the Jew's cheek. The Sicarius didn't stop, and as he got past the blade and into the German, he plunged the sicae straight to the German's chest, killing him.Blue The sicarius then raises his knife in the air and yells in victory.

Winner: Sicarii

Expert's Opinion[]

The voters believed that while the Ghost Warriors were more successful in fighting the Romans than the Sicarii, the latter still carried the better close and long range weapons. The Sicarius were also better in stealth because they operated both in rural and urban areas while the Ghost warriors raided in smaller, night-time attacks.

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Reasons[]

Battle was declared invalid because the Sicarii were given weapons they did not use.

Battle vs. Order of Assassins (by Guitarcar)[]

Neon: Welp, I time travelled a bunch of hashashins and told them to kill the sicarii inside the town.

Recon: Whatever. Start the Godamn battle already.



In a hot afternoon in Jerusalem, 5 Hashashins make their last rites before getting to their job. The Hashashin's then make a plan and spread out.

1 Hashashin spots a Sicarii. He then walks next the Sicarii and attempts to slice his neck with his khanjar when he feels a sharp pain in his chest. The hashashin looks and sees the Sicarii's cloak on his chest, a pugio is inside the cloak. The Hashashin shouts "The Blue cloak!!!" and then collapses on the ground. (1 Hashashin dead)

The Sicarii walks away casually as a group of leggionnaires inspect the Hashashin's corpse. 2 hashashin then walks to an alley when one Sicarii armed with the iconic Sica walks towards a Hashashin and stabs him in the back (1 Hashashin down).

The other Hashashin is shocked by this and unsheates his Scimitar. The duel shortly ends in one stroke and a Sicarii falls down dead. (1 Sicarii down).

The Hashashin then climbs up a building and spots the blue cloaked Sicarii. He snipes the Sicarii causing multiple people to run away (1 Sicarii down). The hashashin then aims his bow again and kills another Sicarii who was aiming his sling at him (1 Sicarii down). The Hashashin then climbs down only to be spotted by the Roman urbanae and is cut down shortly (1 hashashin down).

The 2 Hashashin then realize that anyone could be a Sicarii. The 2 then proceed to kill a random beggar on the street, he dropped a pugio. (1 Sicarii down) The Hashashin then quickly evade the oncoming Guards.

The 2 then starts going nearer to another Beggar and stabs him. Wrong target, but the beggars scream alerted the Sicarii nearby. The 2 Hashashin then started walking in a hurry but before they could reach a place near the Urbanae, One of the Hashashins drop dead out of nowhere. (1 Hashashin down)

The last Hashashin spots the Sicarii who did it and engages him with his khanjar in pure rage. The 2 engage in hand to hand combat in the middle of public. The Hashashin ends the engagement and stabs the Sicarii's eye with his khanjar (1 Sicarii down). The Hashashin then continously runs and climbs a tower while being chased by the Urbanae.

The Hashashin then jumps on a haybale from 6 stories above the tower, evading the guards in the process. The Hashashin then snuggles perfectly inside the haycart as its pulled by a farmer away from Jerusalem. The Hashashin then sighs in relief, he managed to survive the ordeal.

But the Hashashin's vision goes blurry out of nowhere. He looks around the hay and sees blood seeping out of his crotch.

The last thing the hashashin saw and heard was a sicarii dressed as a farmer pulling out his Sica out of his private area. The Sicarii then laughs as the Hashashin dies from the poison. (1 Hashashin down)



Neon: Welp, that was bloody. I was betting on the Hashashin due to his superior metalurgy

Recon: You do realize the Sicarii assasins were better suited to an assasination match. Not even the Hashashin could see the perfectly normal looking Sicarii coming.

Expert's Opinion[]

Recon: he Sicarii assasins were better suited to an assasination match. Not even the Hashashin could see the perfectly normal looking Sicarii coming. The Sicarii's weapon also suited them better for this match

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Reasons[]

Battle was declared invalid because the Sicarii were given weapons they did not use.

Battle vs. Inuit Warrior (by Pygmy Hippo 2)[]

Whaling Town, Canada

The Inuit Raiders were harassing the same town for the past month and had come back for another haul of whale meat from the unfortunate Europeans. However certain unexpected guests had arrived within the past week, men wearing Cloaks and selling bizarre weapons to traders. The Sicarii Assassins had been hoping to make an ally of the whaling town against the Roman Empire.

Two Inuits walked down a street and looked for more plunder but it was soon apparent that the Sicarii had other plans. A Pugio stabbed into the backside of one's neck and the Sicarius turned his attention to the other hunter who held his Harpoon. The Cloak lashed out and tried to pull the weapon away from him but he pulled back and the Assassin fell to the ground.

The Raider raised his Harpoon and stabbed into his foe's chest, completely ignoring his Cloak. He turned around in time to notice a new Sicarius with a Sica ready to slash him but backstepped in time so that his ivory Armor was the only thing hit. It was a deep cut but the Inuit ignored it and wrapped the rope around the Assassin's legs. He avoided falling by cutting through the Harpoon and the Inuit's hand but as he moved in for the kill, he stumbled backwards as a couple ribs were broken in a single blow.

The Raider then smashed his War Club on the Sicarius' head, caving it in, before walking back to the tundra. He fell over after a couple of steps and passed away due to the poisoned blade however. Out in the tundra, two Inuits stood guard over the whale meat in their sled while a third went towards the town to check on their friends but soon fell over backwards from a rock to the eye.

The Sicarii wound up their Slings for another blow but one of the Raiders pulled out his Cable-Backed Bow and shot one of them in the neck with a bearclaw arrow before they could do anything. The other Assassin dropped his Sling and quickly rushed forwards with his Sica but the other Inuit threw a Harpoon at him, hitting him in the chest. The two men turned around to find that their plunder had been stolen and saw the final Sicarius carrying it back to the dock on his back.

The two Raiders pulled out their War Clubs and rushed after the thief who dropped the bag and quickly slinged a metal projectile at one's head that hit his jaw. As his friend recoiled in pain, the Inuit yelled as he charged at the Assassin who pulled out his Pugio before dodging the blow and stabbing his foe's weapon hand. As the War Club dropped, the Sicarius wrapped his Cloak around his opponent’s neck and quickly choked the life out of him.

The final Assassin dropped the body and glared at the final Raider who glared back. "עבור יהודה!" (For Judea!) His opponent just yelled out a battle cry and the two ran at each other. The Cloak wrapped around the Inuit's War Club and yanked it out of his hand but he rammed into the Sicarius and pushed him off the dock.

The Sicarii Assassin quickly succumbed to hypothermia as the Inuit Raider looked down at the Pugio lodged in his stomach. He pulled out the dagger and found that his Armor had saved him. Realizing this, he retrieved his War Club and raised it in the air. "Inuit maligialiit!" (The People rule!)

Winner:Inuit Raider

Expert's Opinion[]

The Sicarii Assassins had an equally lethal short range weapon and dominated the X-Factors but the Inuit Raiders were physically superior and had the better mid and long range weapons along with the better special equipment. The Sicarii just couldn't close the distance before the Inuits killed them.

To see the original battle, weapons, and votes, click here.

Reasons[]

Battle was declared invalid because the Sicarii were given weapons they did not use.

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