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.
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Connor-age 65/Native-American/English (Summer)
It was easy really to get to the stern of Cormac's ship. After Connor and Locke went seperate ways, the Latter went to load the cannons while the Master Assassin went down to the stream and followed it to its edge. On his way, he luckily ran into Myriam and Ellen.
"Where have you been?" He barked angrily, then coughed a few times.
"Connor, they're all over thee place, we've been setting traps and taking a few of them out from the tree line." Ellen spoke up, calmly.
"We've got about a dozen, they've got a convey and now a ship. It's Cormac's master... He's here." Myriam added.
"We have few assassin's in the homestead and it is about to be bombarded. Oliver is dead and I am sure more will follow. Go!"
There was a moment of silence, and they ran to the homestead quietly. Ellen stopped and turned around.
"Connor? Aveline and Beth.. Are they..?"
"Yes." He nodded, speaking softly. There was a crack of several cannons and an explosion close by.
"They are not cruel enough to bomb their own troops, make sure everyone has gone underground then follow them. I will meet with you there. Go."
Ellen nodded and ran off. With a grunt, Connor took off at a steady pace to get behind Cormac's ship. Nathan Cormac. Shay's son, whom became grand master of the Templars has been hunting Connor for years, in search of the secrets. The secrets too the Assassin's spread across all of the nations and his own journal, which was leaked by someone he once called friend.
A single cannon shot fired and Connor, from the top of a high branch, over looking the scene, could see Locke had opened fire on the ship. It his the port side, non critical but would serve another round of cannon fire.
Connor let out two high pitched, Eagle whistle which indicated cease fire to all of the Assassin's in the homestead, just as Cormac's ship "The conquer," opened fire. It was a terrible name, but that was irrelevant. The grand master dived in an elegant leap of faith, smacking into the water quite hard, but it wasn't too high up.
He swam towards the stern of the ship underwater, and quietly ammerged from a few metres away. Connor waited until it fired yet again, and he clambered up the back as water dripped into the water loudly. But at least it was muffled.
"Load!" Nathan commanded in a booming, Irish voice. "Give 'em extra shrapnel in this one." The crew jeered and proceeded to load the cannons. The Grand master climbed up further to the top and peered over. There was activity on deck, with people running everywhere, loading cannons. But their focus was on the top of the ridge that was the homestead. So far, all of their shots had fallen short, hitting the edge of the homestead. Nathan noticed this too.
"Aim higher men! give her some speed!" With a lurch the ship swung left, losing height but gaining distance. Connor held on and climbed over the railing as they fired again. From a distance he saw that the two cannons over looking the river fell down onto the bank. Locke had luckily heard the signal or he'd be dead without a doubt.
"Load! I want that homestead wrecked!" Nathan snarled.
"What of the books captain?" The quatermaster, a female in her thirties asked.
"If Connor's still got his wits, he'll already be behind me."
Nathan half turned and saw him from the corner of his eye.
"Called it." He jeered as the crew laughed.
Connor sprinted towards him, his tomahawk out, taking a vertical top to bottom strike. Nathan deflected the blow with his fleece upon his wrist and punched Connor right in his face.
He stumbled back, his hood falling and his nose gushing with blood.
"Jesus Kenway. You've gotten old." Nathan chuckled. "Men! Swim to the banks and make your way to the homestead. Burn it down and kill everyone. This old clot's not dumb enough to have the books there."
The majority of the crew jumped out of the ship towards the bank where a hill would bend around to the homestead. "It's not Kenway." Connor growled, recovered in a battle stance, tomahawk and knife.
"Your contractions have gotten better '"Kenway.'" Nathan chuckled as Connor rushed him again and Nathan drew his sword, deflecting the tomahawk uppercut but not the punch to the face.
"Hah!" The old Master Assassin mocked like a child, before retreating a few paces back. It was just these two now, alone on the ship, shouts could be heard from the homestead. He looked up, whistling four times and paying for it with a slash to the sternum. He backed up to paces while Nathan did also. He wore the same outfit of his father- how fitting.
"Not everyone to kill me are you Shay?" Connor smirked darkly. Nathan growled but stayed put.
"I don't attack when provoked like you. But I will hit har-FUCK!" His left cheek was sliced open then Nathan was pushed forcefully back. Hopefully the whistle that Connor just gave had worked. It was a signal that said attack and defend. Sure enough, there was more yelling.
"Keep your eye on your opponent. Your father from what I heard was not good at that." Connor said in a monotone voice.
"Shut your face Kenway! Shut it!" Nathan was pissed now, and rather then making him a blind idiot swinging a sword, it made him a more worthy opponent.
He lashed out violently, swinging his blade in an arc of true beauty. Something only a skilled, young adult could pull off. Still, Connor just managed to deflect all of the shots except the last one, where his left arm was cut open.
"Argh!" It sent him stumbling sideways but he recovered quickly. Now Connor leapt forward, horizonally sweeping Nathan's abdomen. The slice was deflected with his arm fleece and parried with a knee to the stomach. With a grunt, the Assassin dropped to his knees then rolled to the right side while the Templar stabbed his deck.
"Stay still!" He growled, advancing Connor as he barely got up; the latter was huffing. "Not today Nathan, not until one of us falls!"
As a last ditch attempt, knowing that Connor himself was nearly defeated, and the homestead as well- he threw his Tomahawk. It went in slow motion, and everything muted. His eagle sense was kicking in again, slowing Nathan to a shimmering red stop, the Tomahawk was white and the Homestead glowed with more red then blue.
It swung ever so slowly, as Nathan very so slowly brought up his sword. But it wouldn't make the parry in time. Rather than dodge, the Templar had doomed himself. It connected with right eye, and everything resumed as if nothing happened.
"ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Nathan dropped, clutching at the Tomahawk with both hands, his sword dropped like himself. Connor advanced slowly.
"Call them off." He growled.
"Never!" Nathan growled back with equal measure. In one fluid motion, he plucked the tomahawk from his eye, grabbed his flintlock and fired right at Connor's privates. Now the tables had turned; the Assassin was on the ground and the Templar was above him, another shot in his pistol left.
"Any last words Assassin?"
Connor looked up at his face, the last thing he'd ever see. "If I do not kill you- then someone else will."
BANG!
He dropped, and so did Nathan.
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