Author's Note: Another Moses/Jay fic. The Halloween story was a more general story, not really focusing on any of the characters. So you could say that this story is the "true" sequel to Jay's Sick Day. Oh yeah...I'm bad with titles.

Disclaimer: I still don't own ToL or the characters. It all still belongs to Namco.

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It had been a long day for Jay the Unseen, as he and the Oresoren had spent the day gathering information about activity on the Legacy. It was something they did often, as Jay made his living as an information dealer/strategist. Right now, there was nothing noteworthy going on in the Legacy, so he decided to call it a day.

Jay walked down the empty field on his way to his home in the Oresoren village. He decided to take the mountain path past the Waterways to lessen his encounters with random monsters. However, as he walked down the path, a group of masked assassins jumped down, quickly surrounding him. They were all wearing black, except for one, who was wearing red. Jay presumed that the red one was the leader of the group.

Jay stopped abruptly. "What the?"

"You're Jay the Unseen, ain't ya?" the red assassin asked.

Jay narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

"Jay the Unseen is famous for having more information on the Legacy than anyone! So tell us, are you Jay the Unseen?"

"And if I am?" Jay responded.

"Now, now, no need to get hostile. Our boss wants to have a word with you, you see. He's looking for the secret weapon on the Legacy...the Nerifes Cannon, was it? We're certain that if anyone knows about it, you would."

"Sorry, you've got the wrong person. So if you'll just excuse me, I'll be on my way."

Jay started to walk again, but the assassins moved quickly in front of him, blocking his path.

"You're not going anywhere," one assassin said.

"Except with us to the mainland!" another assassin added.

Jay put a hand in his pocket. "Get out of my way!"

The red assassin turned to the man on his right. "Take him."

The man nodded, then rushed towards Jay. However, Jay quickly pulled the dagger from his pocket and flung it forward, striking the man in the forehead, killing him instantly. The other assassins were surprised at Jay's quick skill, but they wouldn't give up that easily.

The red assassin vanished in a puff of brown smoke. Suddenly, something seized Jay's wrist, twisting his arm upward, forcing him to bend over and collapse to his knees. Jay looked up as well as he could to see the red assassin standing over him, holding his wrist.

"It looks like we have you now," he said. "Now tell us about the Nerifes Cannon. Where is it located? How is it activated? You can either tell me, or you can tell our master. It's your decision."

"What do you intend to do with the Nerifes Cannon?" Jay asked, his voice strained.

The red assassin twisted his arm farther. "That's not for you to know! Now, are you going to tell us, or will the master have his way with you himself?"

Jay screamed in agony as the assassin twisted his arm yet again. Still, he held his ground. "I'll never tell you!"

"If that's your choice..." The red assassin looked up. "All right, let's round him up and take him to the mainland! And be careful; you never know what other tricks he has up his sleeve."

"Right!"

The assassins began to move in. Suddenly, a flash of light in the sky caught Jay's eye. He looked up as an eagle-shaped flame slammed down nearby, creating a powerful explosion that knocked everyone to the ground. Jay was grateful to be freed from the red assassin's painful grip, but he found himself unable to move his arm. It had been dislocated.

Wait...I know that attack, Jay thought.

"Yahoo!" a familiar voice yelled.

And I know that yell. Oh no...of all the people on the Legacy, why do I have to be rescued by him?

Moses raced onto the scene with his grand galf Giet. Two assassins stood up and tried to attack, but Giet charged at them, knocking them back.

"Back off, y'all!" Moses yelled. "You ain't taking him nowhere!"

The red assassin stood up and glared at him. "Who are you to interfere?"

"I am Moses Sandor! And I am the master of sacred eres! Check this out!" Moses tossed three glowing spears into the air. "Lion Rain!"

Suddenly, a barrage of glowing spears rained down around the assassins. They screamed and scrambled to get out of the attacks. Jay buried his face in the ground, trying to shield himself.

"You haven't seen the last of us!" the red assassin yelled as he retreated with the others.

Moses ran a few steps after them and threw an ordinary spear at them. "And don't ever let me catch you pickin' on my little brother again!"

Jay looked up. "Moses?"

Moses grinned. "Looks like that takes care of that."

"What were you thinking? You almost hit me with your attack!"

"Nah, you're too tiny to hit."

"Argh!" Jay cried out in pain again.

"Jay? What's wrong?" Moses asked.

"My arm...it's been dislocated."

"Bah, that's nothin'. I can take care of that."

Moses knelt down beside Jay and gripped his wrist and his shoulder. Then he gave a hard jerk on the arm. Jay screamed in agony again as he heard the bones popping in his shoulder. Moses let go of the arm, and Jay was surprised to find that it was normal again. Jay looked at his arm for a moment and waved it back and forth.

"There, isn't that better?" Moses asked.

Jay's eyes widened briefly...then he passed out, dropping his head to the ground.

"Jay?" Moses went to check on him. "He's out cold. This gives me an idea. C'mere, Giet, gimme your back."

"Woof!" Giet moved closer. Moses picked up Jay and carefully set him down on Giet's back.

"Now let's get out of here before those guys come back," Moses said.

"Woof!" Giet responded.

The pair walked down the mountain path, carrying the unconscious Jay on Giet's back.