Months passed, and it was now October in 1750. Chevalier, David and Achilles had reached Boston. Achilles had recently built his home at Rockport, an area about two and a half hours north of Boston. Achilles and Chevalier would be resting in Boston until David had killed the leader of the Warriors.
David found that the masked Templar was living in the Green Dragon Tavern. He went there and waited for the masked Templar to come out. Hours later, the masked Templar was seen walking out of the alleyway next to the tavern, surrounded by six elite Warriors.
Choosing not to attack the masked Templar, David followed him. But it was not long before he was discovered. Two of the elite Warriors broke off from the group and started walking towards David. David's Hidden Blades ejected and he brought out his sword.
The first Warrior lunged at David, but he sidestepped the attack easily. David extended his fist to make contact with the first Warrior's back, but he turned around suddenly and punched David's elbow.
David made a groan and stumbled backwards. David popped the ball back firmly in the socket, and he felt better instantly. He got down low and stabbed the first Warrior with his sword. The first Warrior dodged the attack and countered by bringing his own sword down on David's hand. David moved his hand away before the sword could slice off his hand.
He heard footsteps from behind. David spun around to see the second Warrior charging towards him. He raised his sword instinctively and parried the second Warrior's attack. As they were locked in a parry, David stomped on the Warrior's foot. The Warrior grunted in pain and looked down momentarily.
While the second Warrior was looking at his foot, David thrust his Hidden Blade into his stomach. The Warrior dropped his sword and clutched his gut as he moved backwards. Crimson red blood stained his hand quickly. David saw the Warrior reaching for another weapon. Before he could do so, David kicked the Warrior hard in the genitals and stabbed him in the chest.
The first Warrior remained at his spot in a defensive stance. He looked at David, and his eyes did not reveal anything about him. He's good, David thought. David surged forward at the first Warrior. At the last moment, David pretended to switch sides, and the first Warrior quickly moved to that side. When the first Warrior realised David was only faking, it was too late. The first Warrior was falling onto the ground, with a long and ugly slash across his body.
David saw the masked Templar and the four elite Warriors, almost out of his sight already. David sheathed his sword and ran after them.
Leaping when he was an arms' length away from the group, David extended both hands. He pushed two of the Warriors down with him. When David got up, the two Warriors were dead, killed by David's Hidden Blades. The last two Warriors drew their swords and engaged David. "Show no mercy," the masked Templar ordered.
Instead of attacking, David stood there in an attack stance, with a plain yet threatening face. The two Warriors were hesitating, and they would have run if not for their leader, the masked Templar.
David suddenly started moving, but not towards the Warriors, but to the masked Templar. The masked Templar just managed to draw his own sword before David reached him. The loud ring of swords clashing echoed across the street. David danced to the masked Templar's side, unsheathed his sword and lunged at him, all in one and a half seconds. But still, the masked Templar managed to defend against David.
The two Warriors were charging at David from behind. David heard their footsteps clearly and rolled to his side, pulling out his Queen Anne pistol once he had rolled away. David got up, swung his pistol at one of the Warriors' head and fired. The Warrior was dead before he hit the ground.
"Oi!" a voice shouted. David glanced at the direction of the source of the shout and saw four British soldiers arriving, led by a fifth British personnel, an officer. The British officer had been the one to shout.
David ignored the last elite Warrior and charged at the British personnel. David was lucky to land two fatal artery slashes in his first two attacks, killing as many British soldiers. The remaining three British personnel pulled their weapons out and attacked David. David saw the British officer produce a pistol. Worse still, the officer was aiming the pistol at him. David grabbed the nearest soldier and pulled him over, just in time for the soldier to take his officer's round. David threw the dying soldier onto the ground and took out his other pistol. Instead of shooting the British officer, David spun around and shot the approaching elite Warrior of New York.
The British soldier shouted a battle cry and surged forward, at David's direction. David met the soldier's blade with his own, and plunged one of his Hidden Blades in between his ribs. David pulled the Hidden Blade out and watched the soldier collapse.
"Spare me, please!" the British officer dropped his weapons and knelt down. David looked at the officer and told him, "I'll give you ten seconds. If you're not gone by then, I'll kill you." The officer got on his feet, bowed as a sign of thanks to David, and hurried the hell out of there.
"What kindness, Assassin," the masked Templar mocked. "But your kindness, sadly, won't be repaid by me." David raised his sword just in time to defend against the masked Templar.
The Templar rolled to his side and pulled a pistol from under his robes. Before the Templar could aim it at David, David smacked the pistol out of the Templar and plunged his Hidden Blade into the Templar's stomach. David reached for the Templar's mask, but he kicked David away before he could do so.
David retaliated by sticking his sword out at the Templar's body. It nicked the Templar in the stomach, resulting in part of the Templar's robes being stained with blood. While the Templar was stunned for just a moment, David closed back the distance between them, thrusting his Hidden Blade at the masked Templar. The masked Templar moved out of the way swiftly, and grabbed David's hand. Before the Templar could twist it, David kicked him in the thigh.
Moving away from David, the Templar quickly bandaged his stomach wound and continued fighting. At the same time he had picked up his pistol. The Templar fired a round at David, at the round injured David in the shoulder. Luckily the round had dropped on the ground instead of being lodged in his shoulder, because only part of the round had hit David.
"Hah!" David shouted to boost his courage, as he pressed on, determined to finish the fight quickly. Three seconds later, the fight was over. The masked Templar lay dead on the ground. David kept his weapons and walked off, not bothering to discover the Templar's true identity. He was dead anyway, and looking at his face would not change anything.