Altaïr did not dodge. He stepped into the attack, parrying the rusted blade with his vambrace, and drove his own hidden blade up under Kyros’s ribs. The man gasped, hot breath on Altaïr’s neck.
The hidden blade snapped into place. A single, brutal punch to the throat, then the blade’s kiss. The brute crumpled without a sound. psp games assassin's creed
The trail led to a hidden cove, where a ramshackle pier jutted into the turquoise water. Three guards patrolled. One, a brute in heavy plate, leaned against a crate, picking his teeth. Another, an archer, dozed on a barrel. The third—a scout—paced the shore. Altaïr did not dodge
He would trust his blade, his creed, and the memory of a lost love waiting for him in Masyaf. Nothing was true. But she was real. And that was enough to keep the darkness at bay. The hidden blade snapped into place