A/N: Jeez, I must be the bravest person on this site. I mean, why isn't there an Assassin's Creed/Temeraire crossover story on this site? They're like peanut butter and jelly, people!

Accendare and her crew never saw them coming. It was a pleasant enough day in the Iberian peninsula, but that morning would quickly see to an irritating inconvenience during patrol. One moment, the French Flamme-de-Gloire was flying patrol with the other thirteen dragons in her formation, and the next thing she knew, a loud roar was suddenly let out as her topmen gave a shout of warning.

She glanced behind her, and her one good yellow eye widened as a heavyweight blue dragon of a breed she didn't recognize bore down on her, her riflemen shouting insults in English as their guns spat out painfully against her back.

Accendare hissed at her opponent as his fore claws gripped the base of her neck to secure her, while his hind claws secured her flanks, and they both began to plummet towards the ground quickly, faster than her Papillon Noir escorts could follow. As she swung her head to blast a jet of fire into his face, the strange dragon seized her by the throat, and forced her to look forward away from him.

Her opponent grew level as Accendare struggled to break free from her attacker's iron grip to no avail, and some of her riflemen got swatted as her belly rigging neared the treetops. Her formation still couldn't keep up with her heavyweight captor, who was fast for his size - he must've been making fourteen knots an hour, and he didn't look tired at all.

A lone figure then unstrapped his harness to leap down from her opponent's back, and it was slightly unnerving how silently the man had just dropped in out of almost nowhere, without any battle cries like what other aviators could do. Even so, she had to smirk. A one-man boarding party? What good could just one do-?

Accendare's good eye widened for a second time that day on the Iberian peninsula as two men dropped dead from pistol shots, and she could see the lone attacker's black coat had a beaked hood that concealed his face as he fought. One of her loyal topmen shouted insults in French as he lunged at him with his sword, but the man defended himself by grabbing his forearm with his left and thrusting his seemingly bare leather-gloved palm into the man's heart.

She didn't see how a simple, unarmed palm strike to the chest could kill a man, let alone leave a bloody hole a mere second later, but it did, and the remaining two topmen - a lieutenant and a midwingman - drew their swords nervously, and Accendare feared more and more for her dear captain.

For his part, the lone figure had yet to draw his sword, but now he did - twenty-eight inches of razor sharp steel, and he wielded it like a true master. Calm and collected and ready to strike like a snake.

The midwingman fired his pistol at the man's head as he rushed forward with his sword, but seemingly on instinct, the man dodged with a calm tilt of his head. The lone figure then parried the young man's sword blow to strike the teenager's heart like he did the first topman, and he fell dead as the lieutenant moved in, shouting a battle cry.

A rifle from the belly rigging of the blue dragon answered his challenge, and the man fell dead, hanging limply by his carabiner straps. The man advanced, and her dear captain raised his hands above his head as his captor aimed a rifle slung across his back at him, and for the first time, he spoke. It was a strong, clear voice - perhaps eight-and-twenty years of age, and it spoke in English. "Your parole, sir?"

Accendare and her captain reluctantly nodded consent, and the man signaled for his crew to replace the tricolors flying from her wings with unfamiliar ones: black flags both decorated with a white emblem in the vague shape of an arrowhead.

"Who are you, monsieur?" Her captain asked in English, and the man answered with a small smile on his face. "An Assassin..."

A/N: So what do you guys think? This is my first crossover, so…