Assassin's Creed: Blitzkrieg

Chapter IV Part II

            He awoke to chaos. A slight ringing in his ears granted him no attempt to gain his bearings as the entire world swirled around him.
            Niklas picked himself up from the mold that his body had imprinted in the snow, the blast from a near by artillery strike had flung his body several feet. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, just that the bombardment of the fort was still taking place, though the cannon fire had slowwed in succession.
            Niklas continued with his original plan: cross the open field, enter the treeline that shrouded the Colonial Army's encampment, and neutralize the artillery. He kept repeating his objectives in his mind as he stormed through the snow.
            "Run. Find. Kill. Run. Find. Kill. Run-"
            His concentration shattered as a sharp crack interupted the monotonous thundering of the cannon fire. A small amount of snow to his left was thrown up into the air, followed by another crack, but this time the snow sprayed directly in front of Niklas and into his eyes.
            He blinked profusely and shook his gead in an attempt to clear the ice from his eyes. He knew if he were to stop it would be the death of him.
            "They must have sharpshooters on guard to stop anyone attempting to flee the fort" Niklas observed. He knew his only chance to survive this encounter was to make it to the trees and hide.
            Almost with ever stride he took a pillar of snow would explode into the air; how many sharpshooters were taking aim at him, three? Six? Eight? Or was it simply a lone rifleman?
            "Not unless if that one man has six arms, and the vision of a falcon!" Niklas joked to himself.