Sorry for the delay peoples! I apologize if I seem to drag things out. I tend to go a little overboard with details sometimes lol. Hope this chapter sounds alright, a few things bug me a bit but overall I'm happy. Fell free to point out any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes. I haven't had a chance to proofread it yet. I also can't use the excuse of my touchpad, I finally got it disabled (after having to install another driver cuz it refused to let me!) so there should be no excuse for my mistakes XD! Thanks again for everyone's feedback! I appreciate that there are those that find this fanfic somewhat decent at least haha! Will work on chapter 12 asap!
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Chapter 11
The following morning Altaïr and Nasira decided they were to try and take to the streets again. If either one experiences any immediate aggressive advances from the guards they were to return immediately to the Bureau. They decided to split up and thoroughly search the Poor district first. If nothing was found they would then move to another district.
Nasira whispered to Hadi and upon flinging her arm into the air, the great bird unfurled his wings and took flight. She watched from upon the rooftops, beside the entrance to the Bureau below. Altaïr climbed up and stepped to her. Nasira turned to him as he approached.
"Please be careful out there. And no reckless actions either." He said, standing directly in front of her.
Nasira rose a brow and placed her hands on her hips, "I know how to stay out of trouble. Let's see if you can withstand getting yourself injured."
Altaïr smirked at her comment, "We'll see."
He placed a hand under her chin and looked directly into her eyes, "Promise me Nasira."
"I promise." She said, slightly rolling her eyes sarcastically.
Altaïr leaned forward and kissed her upon the lips, a gesture she returned. He stepped back and with a final smirk, he pulled his hood over his head and took off at a jog across the rooftops heading east. Nasira laughed lightly before she too pulled her hood over her head and began in the opposite direction.
Nasira descended easily down a building and onto the streets. She kept to the shadows, walking the alleyways. Her sharp hearing scanned the many conversations, including those of the guards. She did this for over an hour, even moving out into the open, testing the guards. They watched her warily, their hands on their swords but they made no move to approach her. Nasira glided unnoticed through the growing crowds, even stopping once to sit upon a bench to listen, but to no avail.
Several hours passed by, the sun now rising and beating down heavily. She could feel the heat boiling through her uniform, sweat forming on her brow but she ignored it. The day grew on and as she was just beginning to lose hope of finding anything in this district, something caught her eye.
Nasira stopped abruptly and glanced quickly to her left. A short distance away, a beggar woman was doing her regular begging for coins from the passing citizens. Around the waist of the woman was a bright blue sash. Nasira's eyes flew wide and she made her way over to the beggar. As she approached the woman, the beggar instantly turned to Nasira.
"Please kind sir. Can you spare a single coin?" Begged the woman.
"Perhaps. But first tell me where you acquired that sash." Nasira said, pointing to the sash around the woman's waist.
The woman was rather surprised to hear a feminine voice from within the hood. She tilted her head, "Why, I found it lying in the dust."
Nasira thought for a second before reaching into a satchel and removed four gold coins, "How about I offer you this in return for the sash."
The beggar woman's eyes flew wide as her gaze fell greedily upon the coins. She quickly removed the sash without a word and placed it in Nasira's hand. Nasira then placed the coins within the woman's palms.
"Thank you." Nasira said plainly and turned away, gripping the sash in her hands.
She cared not for having to pay for the sash. Now, she had a small clue to Sabriyah's disappearance. Nasira melted back into the shadows and moved into a secluded area boxed in by several buildings. A few large crates sat against a wall off to the side and Nasira leaned back against them, sighing heavily. She felt a presence approach but never started in alarm. She glanced up at the white robed man only steps away as he approached.
"What did you find?" Asked Altaïr.
Nasira held out the sash to him, "I just acquired it from a beggar. She claimed to have found it in the dirt."
Altaïr took the sash and studied it. Nothing on it seemed to have given any clues so he returned it. Nasira sighed and stuffed it into her belt, tying it once around it. She opened her mouth to suggest moving to a different district but Altaïr suddenly rose his hand for silence. His head jerked to the left and only seconds later the sound of approaching footsteps and voices could be heard. Nasira quickly ducked behind a crate and Altaïr dashed off to the opposite side and hid in the shadows beside a building.
"Can you believe we got stuck patrolling this godforsaken district? I mean we usually at least get to do the Middle district, the Poor is for the recruits! There aren't as many crazy bastards roaming about the Middle as well." Complained a male voice approaching.
A second voice snorted, "Well you heard the Captain. Apparently there were sightings of two Assassins in this area yesterday. Can't be too careful anymore,"
Two Templar guards now walked into the small opening, "Hey did you hear though? Seems the Captain has himself a prisoner. I heard she was an Assassin! Can you imagine? A female Assassin! HA!" The right guard barked a laugh.
The other laughed loudly, "Seems the Captain has been torturing her for days to try and extract some information out of her. She stubbornly refuses, much to the Captain's displeasure. You know how his temper works."
The other shuddered at the thought of the Captain's temper. He sniggered, "Won't be long before she gives in. They always do. Let's just hope he doesn't kill her before he manages to get everything out of her."
The two guards rounded a corner and made their way down a side alley. Altaïr pointed towards them and Nasira nodded. She very quietly stepped her way behind them, whereas Altaïr bolted up the building beside them. He stealthily moved further ahead and jumped down only a couple of feet in front of the two. In a flash he grabbed the one closest to him and slammed him against the wall, his hidden blade pressed dangerously against his neck. The second guard's eyes widened in horror and turned to run but came face-to-face with a sword tip, held by a black robed figure.
"Keep your hands out where I can see them and get on your knees." Nasira hissed, pressing the tip of her sword against the guard's neck.
She could see the sweat forming heavily upon the guard's brows and he merely nodded and complied. He was young, barely in his twenties, and he shook like a child. The one Altaïr pressed against the wall was slightly older, perhaps in his thirties or almost, at least having a bit more experience.
"I think it would be in your best interest to retell that story of yours, but with a little more detail." Altaïr growled low.
The Templar's eyes narrowed as he did his best to keep a calm demeanour but the sweat on his brow was clearly seen, "I don't know what your talking about."
Altaïr pressed the blade tighter against his neck, a thin line of blood trickling down as he broke skin, "Don't play stupid. What information is your Captain trying to get out of this prisoner?"
The Templar's hands tightened around Altaïr's arms, but not in anger. Fear coursed through the man's body and his face paled upon feeling the sharp pain of the blade breaking the skin on his neck, "I..I don't know. He said something once about a stone. But that was all I swear."
Altaïr searched the man's eyes for a moment but he never removed the pressure of the blade, "Where is he keeping the prisoner?"
The Templar suddenly gained some courage, "Like I'll tell you, you Assassin filth!" He spat.
Altaïr removed the blade from the Templar's throat and jammed it into his shoulder. The guard cried out in pain, blood staining his uniform. The other held under Nasira's sword started to quiver as he listened to his partner. Altaïr removed the blade from the shoulder, "I think you will. Now tell me!"
"He…He keeps her in his quarters, at the Templar headquarters. But you'll never get to her. The room is heavily guarded."
"Is that all the information you have?"
The guard nodded, his head lowered, "Yes. I speak the truth."
"Then you are of no more use to me." Altaïr answered and with a single jerk, stuck the hidden blade through the side of the Templar's neck.
Blood poured forth from the hideous wound and his body slumped down the wall, leaving a huge splotch of blood upon the wall, trailing down to the limp body. The second guard looked to Nasira with wide, pleading eyes. But the black robed Assassin felt no mercy towards him and quickly stepped forward, driving her sword through the man's neck. His scream was muffled by the flow of blood that rose to the surface and spilled from his mouth. Once she removed her sword from the guard he slumped forward in a very awkward position. Nasira flicked her sword sharply to the side, the blood flinging off and onto the walls before she re-sheathed her blade.
"That answers one very critical question." Said Altaïr upon retracting the deadly hidden blade.
"That she's alive." Nasira returned.
He nodded, "Exactly. Now we must find their Headquarters in this city."
Nasira glanced around the corner to be sure no one was approaching, "I am going to assume it is located in the Rich district."
"Naturally."
Nasira stepped to the side, half bowed and motioned forward with her hands, "Lead on then."
Altaïr chuckled and moved forward, stepped over the bodies casually. The two Assassins moved their way out of the secluded area and into the busy streets. They easily mingled with the heavy crowd flow. Nasira stayed several paces behind Altaïr, so not to draw too much suspicious stares from the guards. Her eyes followed the white robed Assassin easily through the many passing citizens, even when some cut her off. She remained highly alert when passing the guards herself as their eyes fell upon her weaponry. The same issue befell upon Altaïr as well, for he held far more weapons than she did.
As they travelled into the Rich district after over an hour of walking, they also travelled into much more dangerous territory. The guards shot far more suspicious glances at the two. Several times they had to reroute themselves because the guards warned them to leave. The Templar's headquarters weren't in themselves difficult to find. A tall, almost temple-like building held their quarters in Acre.
A quiet thud sounded as the guard fell on his side, blood spilling from the fatal wound to the abdomen. Nasira wiped the blood from her sword and lowered herself to kneel next to Altaïr, whom was perched over the edge of the building. He watched the number of guards moving about below. They had taken the time once they found the Templars they took out any and all roof guards they could. The sun was beginning to lower, but it wasn't dusk quite yet.
"When the sun lowers, we will advance." Altaïr said as he studied their surroundings.
Nasira studied the building, searching the windows. The building was long and not so much tall. There were probably three levels, presumably the higher level officers had the higher level. The recruits and lower ranking soldiers would take the lower levels. She wasn't completely sure if there was a basement level or not.
They watched the citizens and guards alike bustle about as the sun slowly lowered. Torches around the perimeter of the building were being lit as the light began to diminish. Shifts were switched and those that took night shift began with little enthusiasm.
Nasira rose her head and glanced to a shadowy form flying not far above. Hadi chirped several times as he circled above the Templar's quarters. Altaïr and Nasira exchanged glances, nodding once and wordlessly moved forward. They descended swiftly and stealthily.
Once they reached the bottom they quickly ran within the shadows, avoiding the light from the torches. Their steps were silent, not even their weapons jingled as they moved. They arrived around the east side of the building where there was the least amount of activity and light. It was agreed earlier that day that Nasira would take the lead of the climb. This was mainly because if Sabriyah was spotted, Nasira would at least know what the Sister would look like.
Nasira studied the wall for a brief moment before she found a piece jutting out and pulled herself up with ease. After the first few searches, the rest were rather simple. Her eyes remained focused ahead of her, only every so often glancing over as she caught sight of the large bird of prey still circling above. Altaïr followed behind after making sure no guards would be patrolling the area anytime soon.
Their ascension was a long task. They moved as swiftly but quietly as possible. They had to be very careful not to jostle any loose stone and give away their position. Upon coming to any opened windows, Nasira peeked her head around to spy inside. She made sure there was no one glancing in their direction before continuing. Her eyes were glued upon one specific window, which seemed to take forever to get to.
Her hand finally closed around the ledge below the window they were climbing to. She peeked her head up and glanced inside. There was a single candle lit in the large room. She gazed around inside quickly and saw a glimpse of a large cage just off to the side. She felt her stomach tighten and glanced down.
"I think this is the one." She whispered down to Altaïr.
"Can the window be opened?" He asked as he came up just below her.
Nasira pushed her fingers under the window and pulled up carefully. To her relief, the window slid up with little effort. Once high enough she removed one of her knives and placed it under the window, to keep it from sliding back down while they entered. She quickly pulled herself inside and glanced around quickly. Altaïr entered only a moment after and removed the knife, quietly sliding the window back down. He handed the dagger back to her and did a sweep of the room.
The Captain's room was, thankfully, empty of all life. However, the life the expected to find was not present. Nasira wandered to a large iron cage in the corner and knelt down. There was a dirty blanket on the floor but no one remained inside. She blinked and a feeling of deep worried washed over her.
"She must have been moved elsewhere then." Said Altaïr quietly.
Nasira didn't reply and rose to her feet. A glint caught her attention and she stepped over to a large table off to the side of the cage. A long sword lay across the table. The scabbard was pure white and made of iron. However, the iron was covered with a soft white leather. The sword itself was also a completely white, a strange and unique blade in itself. The handle was also made of the same white, soft leather as the scabbard, making for a better grip. The cross guard was intricately laced with black wire. Upon the ends were silver jewels, as was upon the pommel as well.
Nasira recognized the sword instantly as Sabriyah's beloved blade. She took hold of it and strapped it onto her back, not caring about the added weight. Her eyes fell upon another item. There was a red velvety box beside the sword with a small lock on it. Nasira removed a dagger from the belt around her chest and easily snapped off the lock. Altaïr came up beside her and watched curiously what she was doing.
Nasira opened the small box and her eyes widened. Inside, sitting delicately upon the same red velvet material was a pendant on a thin silver chain. The pendant she also knew was the same one she seen upon her mentor, usually hidden within her uniform. The pendant was an oddly coloured blue. Except the blue seemed almost like it was water retained in a solid form. It was shaped in a tear form and around the top was held by a very detailed wiring. She picked the pendant up and placed it carefully into a satchel at her side.
"What now?" Nasira asked quietly as she closed the box's lid.
"We look for her." He replied confidently, "I'm going to assume there is a basement level to this place. I know there is a separate building specifically for prisoners but they may have one below for, well, special cases."
Nasira nodded, "You're right, I can't lose hope now. However, getting below is going to be extremely difficult."
Altaïr grew serious, "I will take the lead, and we will carefully make our way down and see if there is indeed a fourth floor."
Nasira nodded and stepped aside to allow Altaïr to step by. He moved to the door and pressed his ear against it. He waited for several moments before stepping back and slowly opening the door just a crack. He peered out the small space he created and glanced one way, listening intently as well. No sounds of footsteps could be heard so he opened the door further and poked his head out. He glanced both ways before motioning Nasira to follow. She closed the door with a silent click before following closely and quietly behind Altaïr.
The corridors weren't, for the most part, lit. A few torches here and there were lit and flickering upon the walls. The two Assassins very quietly, but swiftly began their way trek down the corridors. They hardly dared breathe with each step, careful not to allow anything to jingle or leather to creak. They managed to stealth it down a flight of stairs without a single presence hindering them. Only once did they have to duck away into the shadows as a Templar wandered sleepily by. The moment he passed though, only a flutter of robes meant their continuation.
Upon reaching the first floor, Altaïr rose a hand as he halted. He peered around the corner, his eyes narrowing beneath his hood. The corridor, was of course, much more brightly lit than the other two they just descended. There were a couple of doors opened, from the sounds of voices coming from them meant they were most likely the dining area and other gathering rooms. There was also a slight bit more activity within the corridor itself. This would prove much more challenging, but since when did a mission go as perfectly planned anyways.
Altaïr motioned wordlessly for them to continue. They crept low along the wall, their eyes and ears on high alert now that their forms were more visible. They ran into one major danger area. The dining hall and the main doors. There was one chance only and they needed to take it immediately.
Altaïr moved up behind the opened door to the dining hall, several voices could be heard within. He took a deep breath before he slowly and carefully closed the door. The door creaked closed, causing Nasira to cringe from behind him. Her eyes darted behind them and beside them towards the main doors, but nothing appeared to investigate.
The moment the door was almost closed the two darted forward with unnaturally silent steps. Nasira dared a glance back as they curved around a corner and witnessed a very confused young Templar reopen the door. At this point her heart was pounding in her chest.
The further they went the darker the corridor became. Altaïr slowed to a halt as they came to a heavy iron door. He studied the door a moment, his eyes falling upon a keyhole. He placed a hand over the knob and turned it, only to hear a click as the knob refused to go any further, as was expected. He grumbled to himself, letting his hand fall to his side, a feeling of annoyance wash over him.
Nasira moved up beside him, "Allow me."
She removed from her belt a small ring of only a couple of keys. Altaïr eyed the ring with a brow raised curiously. He wondered briefly where she acquired the ring of keys, not recalling anyone to have picked it off yet.
"It was on the desk by the sword." Nasira answered, a slight smirk on her face as she noticed his curious gaze.
He said nothing but his brows then rose in admiration. Nasira wasted little time finding the right key
after a couple of tries. The door clicked and she cautiously opened the door. Altaïr stepped forward and took the lead again, his sharp eyes scanning through the darkness. Below was barely dim enough to suggest there could be lit torches. Once Nasira successfully closed and relocked the door behind her, she followed Altaïr down the rather steep stairs.
Their descent seemed to take forever, the stairs never-ending. However, the light grew brighter below, and before they knew it a single torch marked the end. The torch was left in its holster, the darkness being preferable over the light. It took a moment for their eyes to focus in the darkness but they pressed on nevertheless.
It was a typical dungeon-like feeling. The dampness in the air, followed by a breeze from an unknown location, caused Nasira to shiver involuntarily. The dark dungeon did a long curve, and just like the stairs, seemed to take an eternity. In all reality it was actually a fairly short distance, but the suspense was a killer. Continuing around the curve, a light could be seen ahead, signifying another lit torch.
Altaïr slowed his pace as the light grew brighter. He listened intently but heard no voices or shuffling. He pressed himself against the wall and cautiously glanced around the curve of the wall. Standing a little ways ahead, directly across from a torch upon the wall, was a Templar Knight. It was only one, and from his stance, he was clearly on guard duty.
The Templar's eyes suddenly shifted in their direction and Altaïr quickly pulled his head back. Unfortunately the dungeons enhanced sounds and the Assassin's ever so careful movements couldn't go unheard.
The guard stepped away from his post and glanced down the dark corridor, "Hello? Is someone finally here to relieve me of my shift?" He called.
Altaïr had little choice but to take action. He pushed himself off of the wall and faced the rather shocked looking guard. His hand flew to his knife belt along his chest and with precision aim, loosed a throwing knife at the Knight. The knife whistled through the sir silently and found its given mark within the still shocked Knight's throat. His would-be call for help was replaced with a deathly gurgle as he dropped to his knees. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, blood oozing from the nasty wound. He then fell forward, twisting slightly so he was also on his side.
No other presence signified that this guard wasn't alone on duty so Altaïr stepped forward into the light. Nasira followed him anxiously, completely ignoring the body on the stone floor. On the right where the guard was standing next to was a dark iron cell. Inside was barely illuminated by the torch light. Altaïr glanced further beyond the light, noticing several other cells as well. He turned his attention to the one beside them and his gaze fell upon a dark form in the corner.
"Nasira." He whispered and gestured for her to come forward.
Nasira moved up beside him and gazed into the cell. She blinked at the form on the ground, unsure if what she was seeing was indeed a human or something else. She removed the keys from her side again and fumbled with the lock. There was indeed a matching key and once the lock clicked open she slowly opened the cell door. She took a step forward, never taking her eyes off of the form. At first she wasn't completely sure if what she was looking at was inanimate or not. She stopped in her tracks and waited a moment. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the form's side was rising a falling very slowly.
Nasira now approached the form, her heart pounding in her chest nervously. She knelt down and lowered her hood, reaching a hand to the form, "Sabriyah?" She whispered.
The form suddenly stirred and turned over slightly. Nasira felt her eyes burn as she gazed into Sabriyah's dull hazel eyes, which were once bright and full of life. It took a moment for the woman to fully take into effect who exactly stood over her. She blinked as she stared at Nasira's features and then her eyes widened.
"Nasira?" Sabriyah's voice was low and very hoarse.
Nasira flung herself over her mentor's shoulders, "Oh Sabriyah I can't believe you're alive."
Sabriyah embraced her friend and fellow Sister, relief washing over her. Nasira pulled back slightly and helped the woman to sit up completely. She looked over her friend with sorrow in her eyes. Her uniform was in tatters. Mud and blood was caked on her clothing and on her skin. Her boots were gone and Nasira could see a deep and very dirty gash on her left ankle.
"How did you find me?" Sabriyah asked.
"It wasn't easy let me tell you." Nasira smiled softly.
"Nasira we have to get going." Altaïr's voice suddenly brought them back to their situation.
Sabriyah peered around Nasira's dark form and gazed upon the white robed man, "You were aided by a Brother?"
Nasira turned slightly to Altaïr, "Right." She glanced back to her friend, "Can you walk?"
"I don't know. My ankle was wounded a week ago and hasn't been treated, I fear it is very infected. I don't think I can."
Altaïr suddenly appeared quickly beside them, "Someone is coming. I will help support her. Nasira you need to cover me."
Nasira nodded, "I understand. Sabriyah, he is on our side."
An unexpected smile crept upon the woman's lips, "I do not fear the Brothers. I am well aware they are our temporary allies."
Nasira blinked in confusion at her words but shoved the thought aside to ask at a later time. Providing should could that is. With Altaïr's support, Sabriyah was able to rise to her feet. She leaned most of her weight onto him as her left ankle refused any weight to be pressed upon it, for fear of giving in. Nasira's eyes were pinned intently upon the corridor, her hand resting on the hilt of her right sword.
Nasira jabbed a finger behind her, "Hide in the shadows while I get rid of the pests."
Altaïr narrowed his eyes, wishing to protest but he complied. Nasira stepped backed away from the torchlight and into the darkness. It was only moments later could footsteps be heard echoing through the stone hall and a dim light appear around the curve. The light grew brighter, as did the sound of movement approaching. Two Templar Knights rounded the curve and as their eyes fell upon their fallen comrade they stopped dead in their tracks.
"What the? What in blazes happened here?" The one holding the torch muttered aloud.
The other had his hand on his sword now, the blade partially unsheathed, "Sir, I don't think we're alone here."
"Check on the prisoner!" The torch holder quickly commanded.
Nasira had only one chance for their escape. Her movement was swift, smooth, and accurate. A sharp ring sounded throughout the prison as she unsheathed a blade and ran it through the approaching Knight. The Knight barely had time to register what was happening before the life drained from his eyes and he fell forward in a pool of his own blood. The torch bearer jumped back in surprise at the mysterious black cloaked being and opened his mouth to protest. Unfortunately his voice was lost as blood caught in his throat. His eyes drifted down and looked directly into those of the stranger's bright blue ones before he too went limp and lifeless.
Nasira lowered the body to the ground and listened for any more approaching. When she felt it was safe she motioned for Altaïr and Sabriyah to come out of hiding. She felt Altaïr's disapproving eyes upon her but he said nothing.
"This is our only chance, it's well passed dusk and there will be far less soldiers out and about." Nasira explained as she wiped the blood from her blade.
Nasira led the way, her blade still unsheathed. Their pace was rather slow but they had little choice. Sabriyah bit back a huge amount of pain to allow them to advance quicker before any more returned to find out what happened to the others that hadn't returned. The stairs were particularly difficult for Sabriyah to ascend, even with the help of Altaïr. Once they reached the door, Nasira opened it slowly, listening down the corridor for approaching voices or movement. She silently motioned for them to move forward, closing the door quietly behind them. She took the lead again, almost hugging the wall as she moved down the corridor.
A couple of voices could be heard ahead and Nasira stopped, raising her hand for the other two to follow suit. She held her breath and took a few bold steps forward to investigate further. Standing by the now closed dining hall door were two Knights in conversation. They seemed unaware of their presence, at least for the time being. She remained still for several moments, listening further.
One of the Knights glanced down the corridor, not noticing the black form against the wall, "Where is the recruit that was supposed to be relieved of his post in the Prison. He should have been here by now."
The other only yawned, "He's probably yapping with the two that went to take over his shift."
"Something is off, I'm going to go check."
The right Knight rolled his eyes, "You always think something is off."
Nasira cursed under her breath and quickly backed back and spun around to Altaïr and Sabriyah standing a few paces behind, "There are two ahead and one is about to make his way down here. I will take care of them and once they are finished off I want you guys to make your escape."
Altaïr's gaze hardened, "What? Nasira you can't take them like this! If they call for reinforcements you will be killed!" He protested in a harsh whisper.
"It's our only choice! It's either this or be captured and probably killed. If you happen to have a better idea then by all means tell me now!" She snapped.
Before Altaïr could argue any further the Knight suddenly appeared around the corner. His eyes flew wide and he opened his mouth to shout. Without hesitation Nasira twisted around and slashed through the Knight's throat, splashing blood all over the wall. Her eyes locked with Altaïr's for a brief second and he knew he couldn't stop her.
Nasira bolted forward, removing a throwing knife from her belt and flinging it at the unexpected guard, catching it in his chest right where the heart should be. He dropped like a stone as Nasira stood over the carcass. She quickly scanned the surroundings before signalling for Altaïr and Sabriyah to move out of hiding. He cursed at the situation but knew there was no other way.
Nasira took a deep breath, calming her mind and preparing herself. Stepping forward with confidence she opened the main doors. Four guards were standing by the entrance and their gazes turned curiously to the doors as they swung open. Their reactions were delayed from shock as a black robed figure stepped out of the entrance, one blade in hand and other being drawn. Finally registering what the situation was, they were just beginning to unsheathe their swords as Nasira had jumped forward with godly speed, her blades running through the closest Knight.
As the Sister fell into close combat with the three remaining guards present, Altaïr and Sabriyah took this moment to emerge unnoticed. The Brother's eyes fell upon the Sister's flowing form and he hesitated. He did not want her to fight alone, he did not want her to fall to their blades. Sabriyah gave him a light elbow in the side with her feet arm and brought him back around. He glanced to her, saw the reassuring look in her eyes, and with a frustrated sigh, moved as swiftly as possible away from the battle scene.
Nasira watched from the corner of her eye the two leave and felt a sting of relief in her chest. She knew should probably wouldn't escape without injury but her main concern was getting Sabriyah out and to safety. She knew that if she returned to the Bureau, she would hear it big time from Altaïr. A small smile crept on the corners of her lips as the thought lingered for a second before she focused all of her attention on the scene around her.
