The Target of His Heart (An Assassin's Creed Fanfic)

Ch. 29: The Bride's Demise

Altaïr’s POV

One by one, the Templar guards collapsed lifelessly to the ground, blood pouring out from their open and fatal wounds on their bodies. The Assassins that were present fought diligently against them, only at least one or two of them were killed in the process. Richard had long disappeared from the scene, possibly with the help of other guards, yet he was none of my concern. Last I saw of Abel was his own bodyguards standing by his side, trying to help him to his feet, yet I did not know what became of him as my attention was in other places at the moment. I swiftly slashed through another one as he attempted to land a blow on my shoulder, slashing his side and driving my hidden blade into his throat before pushing him onto the ground. Blood spurted from the wound, pooling around him like a pond of water. From what I could tell, the others were able to handle themselves on their own, as the guards were a bit distracted with the civilians trying to run away and avoid being injured or killed, giving us the upper hand in the battle.

I brought my blade down on another guard, deeply cutting into his shoulder and bringing him to his knees before kicking his body off to the side, looking around for any more that would try to attack. As I did that, my dark eyes caught sight of Ada, who was taking on a few guards by herself. Before I had a chance to run over in order to assist her, I suddenly watched as a guard ran up to her, blade swinging. Before he had a chance to hit her, she quickly ducked down, dodging the attack of the guard before impaling him from below with her own blade, flipping him over and making him land on his back. Just as the guard sickeningly slipped off her blade, she swung it downward with all the power should muster on to the guard in front of her, slamming it into his skull and splitting his skull in two. Eyes widened slightly as I watched her kick him away before focusing on the other guards, who were horrified at the sight before sprinting away. I chuckled before looking away in case any other guards came up from behind.

Ada was going to be fine on her own, I told myself, so it’s best to just leave her be.

Impaling my hidden blade in the neck of a guard that had, indeed, attempted to attack from behind, my gaze immediately caught sight of an injured looking Alexandra fighting off a few guards. Her shoulder was cut and bleeding profusely, but not enough to completely sever it. Nevertheless, it appeared she was having difficulty trying to hold her own, and the pained expression on her face was clear. Holding my blade tightly in one hand, I quickly ran passed the still panicking and dispersing crowd as I made my way toward Alexandra. Along the way, I was able cut down any guards that stood in my way, tripping one and stabbing him in the back before continuing. As I approached the Hungarian woman, she turned her head and spotted me, yet did not have time to acknowledge who it was as she turned back and realized that another guard was rushing to her. Thinking fast, I quickly pulled out a small knife and threw it, watching as it embedded itself into his neck. Alexandra took the opportunity to push him off to the side before looking at me.

“Thank you,” she shouted above the noise.

“You’re injured!” I called back, taking on another guard and cutting him down easily.

“I’m fine! It is nothing serious!” She responded as she brought her blade down on the guard in front of her, knocking him back with a kick to the head. “I will be able to handle myself!”

“Just be sure to stay alive!” I told her. “Cynthia does not want another lost comrade!”

I, immediately, stabbed a guard in the throat with my blade, kicking him to the ground before running over to see if Ada needed any assistance. As I sprinted through the crowd, though, I suddenly ran into someone I did not expect to run into at this time. Turning around rapidly, my breath hitched with shock as I realized that it was Robert de Sable. He, too, had noticed me and glared harshly at me.