'Well, Malik, no offense, but it's kind of hard to do with one arm,' Altair admitted to the Dai, gesturing vaguely as he slowed his horse down to a trot.

'Might I remind you whose fault that is?' Malik bit back harshly.

For once, Altair did not react to the referral of the incident in Solomon's Temple. 'Are we going to do this or not?' he growled impatiently.

'Fine.'

The two Assassins silently trotted around on horseback, Altair looking for a lone guard to demonstrate on. 'There,' he said, spotting one and pointing.

Something struck Malik. 'Altair, shouldn't we use training-'

He was cut off by Altair leaping off his horse and onto the guard, muffling his cry as he dug his hidden blade into his throat.

'That is a horseback assassination,' Altair announced smugly.

'And what are you going to do with the body?' Malik questioned.

'Haystack.'

'The last haystack had to be miles away. And even if there was one, it'd be found eventually.'

Just then, two men came into sight, dragging behind them a cart of hay.

'Just leave it here,' one said. 'We'll pick it up again later.'

Altair smirked. 'You were saying?' When the two were gone, Altair dragged the body towards the cart and dumped it in the straw.

'I still think we should have used training dummies,' Malik growled. 'Less hassle.'

'Would you like to try it, Malik?' Altair asked sweetly.

Malik shrugged. 'But not on a-'

'There's one there. Go get him,' Altair interrupted, pointing to an obviously low-ranking guard standing watch.

'Altair, a guard with that low a rank is so obviously not going to be alone,' Malik protested. 'And we should be using-'

'Are you scared?' The corners of Altair's lips twitched up in the beginnings of a sly, mocking smile. 'The great Malik Al-Sayf, unable to assassinate a lone guard?'

'I'll say it again, Altair, we should-'

'No buts,' Altair interrupted. 'Just do it. What are you so scared of?'

Malik growled in annoyance. 'Fine,' he relented. He led his horse in a subtle walk towards the guard, before springing off it to assassinate him.

It was difficult with only one arm. First he had to pin down the guard, slam his foot over his mouth and release his hidden blade.

It was done eventually, though.

Although it was a slight mess.

Alright, a little more than that.

'You got blood everywhere,' Altair observed.

'No kidding,' Malik snarled. 'Why don't you try assassinating a guard from horseback - which, as I remember it, was your idea - with one arm?'

'Just get it cleaned up,' Altair replied evenly.

'How am I meant to do that with one hand?' Malik spat.

'Some effort.

Malik growled between clenched teeth. Sometimes he hated Altair.

No, wait, that needed correcting. Most of the time he hated Altair.