On the morning of October 18th, the combined French and Spanish forces holed up inside Burgos Castle heard an explosion come from the southern wall. Gathering his men, a French corporal shouted as he pointed towards the spire of the chapel on the south side. "Vive l'empereur!" — "They've taken the bait, Kenway!" One of the Assassin lookouts shouted as he looked through a spyglass. Running from his picket to where Achilles was waiting, the sentry was just in time to leap onto the outside of the dragon's belly-rigging before Achilles took off. "So what's the plan, cap'n?" "Alright, since the French and Spanish are now heading towards the mine on the south side, we'll attack the north and west walls." Kenway answered, and as they flew towards the castle wall, cannons began firing at them. "Up, Ratonhnhaké:ton! Up!" Achilles obeyed the order with a mighty flap of his wide wings, and they soared above the cannons as their crews struggled to raise their muzzles up high enough to shoot them. "All hands save riflemen to rappel down onto the battlements!" Like last time, ropes unfurled from Achilles's rigging to let the Assassins slide down onto the stone of the battlements, and gunshots were traded as the French and Spanish tried to repel the incoming Assassins. While some unfortunates were shot in the middle of propelling down onto the ground, others managed to drop-assassinate French soldiers with their Hidden Blades. "West wall secured, cap'n!" "Good. Aim the gun battery at the castle or any opposing forces in the streets." Kenway answered as he spotted an unattended hay cart lying at the base of the castle wall. "I'll see you all later." Leaping off of the battlements, Kenway dove straight into the cart of hay in a leap of faith, and he emerged a second later, brushing stray bits of hay off his clothes. The boom of cannon fire echoed behind him, and a second later, a French platoon led by an ensign and his sergeant were blasted into gobbets of flesh, blood, and bone. "Well, that'll save me some trouble." Casually picking up an apple from an unattended, still intact fruit stand, Kenway bit into it and munched on it as he strolled leisurely towards the castle. As the midsection of his apple reached its core, Kenway was spotted by a lone Frenchman, who screamed foreign obscenities at him as he charged with a bayonet mounted on a musket. Kenway responded by hurling his apple at him, and it caught the Frenchman in the face, most likely breaking his nose. He could just imagine the epigraph on the Frenchman's headstone. Here lies Johnny Crapaud, who was killed in battle by a rather handsome assassin after being beaned by a fruit. Kenway chuckled at the thought as he left the Frenchman alive and groaning on the street. Spotting a lift next to one of the buildings, he ran over to it, grabbing the lift's hook as he kicked the lever to send him flying upwards onto the roof. As he landed with a thud upon the tiles, a bullet suddenly struck near his foot. "Snipers! Better move fast!" Kenway took off at a sprint, literally dodging bullets as he ducked behind the available cover provided by chimneys. As he ran, a cannonball crashed into the castle wall in front of him, collapsing it and sending its defenders falling towards the ground. Incidentally, the resulting gap-toothed stonework also provided a good climbing surface. Kenway leapt over the penultimate gap between the buildings leading to the castle wall, and he then leapt again onto the wall of the castle itself. Surging up the wall like a sailor on the shrouds of the Aquila, Kenway drew his sword as he reached the top. He was surrounded by French soldiers and their bayonets on all sides, so all he could do was prepare for the inevitable: a whirlwind of cold steely death - by him, of course. Before he could make good on this, however, there was suddenly a great frightening roar that could curdle blood. Several of the French squawked in fear as Achilles swooped down on them, riflemen firing a hail of bullets onto them. "It's about time you arrived, you stupid lizard!" Achilles's mouth curled up in the draconic equivalent of a smile at the mock abuse. "My apologies for being tardy, William - but you see, we have been occupied with capturing the four walls of the keep. Look!" As Achilles snatched him up in his claws, Kenway looked to see that the portcullis of the keep had been opened. This allowed the attacking British redcoats to march inside and take the castle. — After the last of the Franco-Spanish force had been taken prisoner inside the castle, Kenway and Achilles were basking in the sun together. "Do you think we'll reach Paris anytime soon?" Kenway shrugged. "It's unlikely at the pace we're going, but I'm sure the Assassins in Paris will be able to figure something out. Now I believe they'll be delivering the cows to the Corps, soon…" A/N: And that is the end of this story. It was never really meant to be all that long, anyway, and besides, I've already got some more ideas for new stories. Thanks for reading!