My own solution insufficient again
He hung his head low, golden eyes fixed on the ground. He could feel the dissapointment, the anger radiating off his Master and mentor.
This should have been easy, a conflictless task.
And yet he had failed. How had he failed?
No false illision, this devouring threat
The satisfactory pull of the blade as he flexed his wrist. Snick.
Landing full on his target, he plunged the blade into the man's neck. The body jerked and flinched as the last seconds of life fled from it, and then it was still.
Altaïr closed the man's eyes, murmuring an empty prayer as he straightened from the body.
I break the vessel, giving air to its red
His robes were stained with the blood of his enemies- his sword dripped crimson.
No time. He spun, hitting his attacker with the butt of his sword- one, two. Altaïr engaged his blade, running the razor-sharp edge across the man's throat in a shower of red.
The body slumped to the ground, cutching it's throat. His killer was long gone.
And open my fate to the darkened sky
He perched carefully on the out-jutted beam, the entire city splayed out before him. From his elivation, the people looked like ants, scuttling in the streets, between building in stands.
From up here, it was easy to feel like a god.
But then, he moved forward, the ground a mear step and a drop away. Looking down he felt his heart still slightly, but there was no fear. Only a lingering excitement at the excpected rush.
He jumped, the ground rushing up to meet him. Time slowed until it seemed to stop altogether, and for a long, breathless moment, Altaïr felt like he was flying.