I struggled to push the logs over until I felt the sweat trickle down my back. I screamed and stamped my foot until I heard heavy, struggled breathing behind me. A man in white threw himself against the logs, and I could barely see his face…

“Altair!” I screamed.

He ignored and pushed the logs with his good arm. His left arm hung limply at his side, covered in dark, sticky blood. His breathing was very labored and heavy, so I grabbed the other end of the pewter rod and shoved it underneath the log pile. With a earth-shattering thud, the logs finally gave way. I rolled some of the excess logs off and watched as they crushed humans and horses alike. Altair struggled to get onto a beam, preparing for an eagle dive. I climbed onto another beam and prepared myself as well. He spared me a glance and gave me a slight nod. At the same time we spread out arm out and dived off. We were falling at the same rate and even flipped at the same time. I, unfortunately, was lighter than Altair, and the prevailing winds managed to just barely blow me past the hay pile. I landed safely, not noticing my injury and sprung up as Altair handed me his short sword.

“They have gotten through,” He called to me, pushing logs aside, “Take out as many as you can.”

I nodded and ran forward, immediately falling over. I struggled to stand up and noticed that my foot was pointed in the wrong direction. Altair forced me to sit down and ripped off a piece of his clothing and shoved it in my mouth. He laid me down and hovered over me.

“This will hurt.” He whispered and twisted my ankle in the proper position.

I screamed loudly, but was barely muffled by the gag. Altair removed it and helped me up. I ran towards the gates of Masyaf, hoping that Abby had not been caught by the Templar. I ran forwards, cutting the legs of various soldiers while keeping my head down. I stabbed a soldier multiple times in the chest, but was cut across the back by his comrade. Altair managed to kill him and I ran in and out of houses looking for Abby. The screams of the people were too loud to decipher any possible cries from Abby. I finally found her cornered in a wall fighting three soldiers with a bleeding head, arm and chest. She had a single knife in her hand, fighting them at a distance. I didn’t wait for Altair to do something, so I charged forward, stabbing one guard in the stomach, quickly retrieving the blade and slitting the throat of another. Abby took advantage of this sudden attack and leapt onto the third guard, stabbing him in the eye multiple times. After she had finished killing him, she threw her arms around me. I quickly hugged her back.

“We do not have time for this,” I rushed, “There is still many Templar and guards around.”

She nodded and understood. All three of us, along with the help of other assassins, took care of the rest of the invaders.

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“Will you stay still?” Altair said, frustrated I kept wriggling.

“It hurts.” I replied, topless on my stomach as he treated the wound across my back.

“It is going to hurt, you cannot prevent it.” He sighed and dabbed more liquid onto my back. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my grey eyes shut as I tightly gripped the pillow. He slowly moved the cotton swab up and down my back and around my hips. I whimpered slightly from the burning sensation it brought and he finally stopped, reaching behind him for some gauze.

“Keep this wrapped,” He instructed, wrapping it around my back, “Otherwise, it will become infected and be even more painful to treat.”

“Yes, of course.” I replied, still laying down.

I saw Altair smile mischievously, and I sat up, covering my breasts.

“Before you can think about touching me, I must treat your wounds.”

“They are treated already.”

I stood up and wrapped myself in Altair’s old clothing. I laid him down on the bed and removed the top half of his outfit. His arm gushed fresh blood and I looked at it, grabbing the liquids Altair used on me.

“Would you like a gag?”

“No.” He replied shortly, angry that I was treating his wounds.

I shrugged and dabbed a cloth in the liquid, running it gently over his arm. He inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth, but I continued, going through several cloths. I put my extremely dirty blonde hair into a messy ponytail to keep my hair out of my eyes and I carefully wrapped Altair’s arm.

“Is that better?” I asked, pinning the bandage in place.

“Yes.” He sighed.

I smiled and kissed his forehead gently.