I could see nothing but a miracle. My bones stopped growing and started to prepare for a painful death. My heart stopped as he came closer to me. I was nothing but a Redcoat Templar compared to the Assassin, rumored to have infiltrated two forts so far and listed by printing shops to be the most dangerous. My friends, who marched with me weren't afraid even though I was. I was a captain too! I shook my head and thought of the information I had to preserve from the Assassin. He reached for one of my friends and chopped his arm off with his colossal French Axe. Me being a snitch ran away and alerted more than two hundred Redcoats. He was finally surrounded as I had hoped.
He strangely made a hand gesture and by then five elite workers joined to defend him as he reloaded his Royal Pistols. He made a straight attempt in run assassinating two Redcoats before they banged him on the head. I had to giggle as we seemed to be winning. But soon, I was unaware that the scenario turned into a battle situation. Since the fight took place in New York, near the harbor, we had a greater chance of being attacked by ships. One ship, I think a Man- of –War, shot flaming cannons at the Redcoats. I was surprised as to how these Assassins were dodging every cannon ball. One Assassin, Connor I think his name was, headed straight toward me with anger.
He tomahawk chopped a man's led off leading to a slit in the throat with a hidden blade. He whipped smoke bombs and took six redcoats at a time. One Redcoat attacking his squad was pulled down by his rope darts and stabbed in the dick. The painful sensation made me shiver. I pondered how painful my death would be? "Please don't kill me," I begged, but the pistol was pointed at my head. With a jolt of electric impulse, I sprinted away from the ships and Assassins, but I doubted whether the war would end with a victory from the Redcoats. I sprinted away from the Assassin and confronted a gang of Patriots that pointed their muskets at me. At this point, I forgot why I was at this damn place. Oh right! I had to guard the ports due to the Quartering Act the king put. I remembered this man! He was the one that threw all the tea from the British ships. His name was definitely Connor. The gang of Patriots were suddenly murdered. I assumed that there were Redcoat reinforcements that came due to the messengers we sent long before. But there was a man wearing a navy blue coat with a British hat. His hair was tied in a ponytail. I soon saw hidden blades popping out his wrists. Who was this man? An Assassin or Templar?
The man ran forward and pushed me out his way as he directed his killing streak directly at Connor. Seeing the Templar ring and his blades, I assumed that this man was Haytham Kenway. He soon stabbed Connor directly at his gut with his sword. He slowly placed a pistol close to his head and fired it. I thought the Connor boy would die, but I wasn't surprised as I saw both men engaging weapons on themselves. I heard Redcoat reinforcements charge into battle. They unfortunately did not form a line of defense. I mounted on a horse and journeyed to the Frontier in a hope to escape this madness. The Assassin with blood crawled to the tip of his chin threw a poison dart at my back. I tripped off the horse and felt extremely tired and fatigue overruled me. I understood now why the Templars feared the Assassins so much regardless of their few numbers. Because the Assassins were such bad asses!