Assassin's creed shorts

Hey guys; as you can tell these are Assassin's creed shorts of various Assassin's and templars alike. Please enjoy each and everyone as I introduce new characters and review older ones.
Canon only to my memory. It's like a shitty Animus up there, which reminds me. It's rated T for swearing and violence. Oh and racism, please note that i am multi cultural and accept every belief as a possibility.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Assassin's creed. It's trademarked by Ubisoft.

Connor-age 65/Native-American/English (Summer)

Connor was getting old. He truly was. Aveline and he finally settled down, despite their differences. Both Connor and Aveline had a child; Elizabeth Davenport. All three took the name of Davenport.

At the homestead, there wasn't much going on other than the fact then the fact that the little village was on fire, and under pressure. Connor was dressed in his good old outfit, passed down from his dead mentor, Achilles. In memory of all he lost, the blood stain from Connor's fight with Charles, remained. "Locke!" He yelled to a fellow assassin who just took out a templar scout that was about to execute a wife and child.

"Connor! We're outnumbered! Where the hell is Ellen when you need her!?"

"Keep them away from the houses, I will find her!" With that, Connor put his hood up, covering his old, greying hair and darkening his facial hair, flecked just as much with white. He huffed and puffed, running over the wooden bridge. Ahead were two cottages and a pub, the pub was being fired on by two Templar's, wearing bulky armour and white coats, with the cross on their backs.

Connor sprinted up to them, the one closest turning around, pointing his carbine rifle right at Connor. In a rapid, fluid movement as the Templar fired, the Master Assassin slid down towards the shooter, taking out his tomahawk, slashing his legs, using his left arm to propel himself up, unsheath his hidden blade, impale the other right through his right cheek and end by spinning clockwise, swinging his tomahawk around to meet the other wounded shooter at the neck.

That whole process was something only a powerful, experienced master Assassin could achieve. "Oliver!? Are you okay?"

Oliver, the aged innkeeper came out with a flintlock, multi barrel loaded. "C-Connor. You saved my life, again. Thank you..."

"Save it when we get through this. Where is Ellen and Myriam?" last he had seen, the two girls went hunting in the frontier. And they haven't returned since.

"I haven't seen them.. Watch out!" Oliver yelled suddenly, pushing Connor back violently just as a rifle went off.

The aged Davenport watched in slow motion as he fell to his back, while Oliver fell forward at his feet, blooding running down his face- his eyes souless.

"NO!" Connor yelled, hitting the ground and grunting. He wasn't as flexible as he use to be, he was getting old. He had about five seconds to react. Everything stopped and went silent while Connor looked up at the cloudy, dark sky. Dark from the smoke coming from the fire... The fire...

Everything shimmered and then Connor could see it all. The templar on a roof top above him had a loaded Carbine. It was an early model that came out recently, half way loaded. His weak spot was his exposed chest and face and the fact that the gunner was also on the edge of the roof.

Next thing; a gunpowder barrel to his left. Also two troopers with duel blades a few metres away from said gunpowder which shimmered red, frozen in place, further down was a stream... To Connor's right was an Assassin, sprinting to his aid, shimmering blue, also frozen in place. The master assassin had to act quickly, he only had a few seconds to react so he had to decide quickly. The Assassin which was coming to his aid, would fight the swordsmen but he'd be shot at by the gunner. If Connor took out the gunner he wouldn't have time to shoot the gunpowder in order to kill the two advancing..

"Connor." a voice croaked. It was Achilles, sitting over him. He wore a big coat it seemed, all in a shimmering blue with his usual bowler hat. "Think now boy. You have two targets, and help 10 metres away. There's a weakness to exploit.. Think carefully, what just happened?"

Pain seared all down Connor's abdomen. Olliver saved his life and died in the process. With a jolt, he also realized that the innkeepr dropped his multi-barrelled flintlock. Something that Connor did not possess.

"Thatta boy." Achilles said with a proud smile. "You do me proud Connor. You truly do." He faded, noise started to return and everything was becoming focused. The time to act was now.

Yet again in a fluid motion, Connor pushed himself up into a crouching position, grabbing the dropped flintlock. He aimed to the left, firing at the gunpowder which went off with a bang, killing the two advancing predators. The bang made the gunner jump and lose his footing on the roof. With a yell, he fell head first, snapping his own neck.

Connor was surprised of the outcome but pleased non the less at the result. His company ran up to him, right on time. It was Locke again, the African Assassin that joined the Davenport colony a decade ago.

"Master! It's Cormac! He's got a ship down in the valley, the Aquilla's been shot to shit and the homestead's next! We need a plan."

Connor meanwhile was gasping for air; this was something an old man shouldn't be doing. "G-get our cannons at the ridge loaded. Send word to the rest of the Assassin's to evacuate any remaining people who are not armed."

"What about you?"

"I am going for a swim." Connor replied with a grim smile.

Sorry for the fact that it's short but I hope you enjoyed anyway. If you want more let me know, i'll leave you on a cliffhanger.