[Jacob lets him go for a while, keeping him tracked as long as he can before he dares to risk drawing closer, because it looks like the bandits have decided not to attack him. Really quite a shame, but Jacob's flexible. He decides to get sneaky, and makes his way around, drawing a dagger as he comes closer to what looks like the perfect ambush point.
There's Altaïr. And there are the bandits, drawing their weapons.
Jacob's the worse at stealth between him and his sister, that's true. Evie is so keen at it that she can damn near go invisible when holding still. But Jacob is still an Assassin, with all the attendant training, and that means that it takes two, three bandits going down before anyone realizes that something is going terribly wrong. Shouts of panicked alarm begin to rise, and then—
—what looks very much like a sword clatters to the ground from somewhere, where Altaïr can easily pick it up if he wishes. It's an invitation: come and join in, I'm leaving some for you.]
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There's Altaïr. And there are the bandits, drawing their weapons.
Jacob's the worse at stealth between him and his sister, that's true. Evie is so keen at it that she can damn near go invisible when holding still. But Jacob is still an Assassin, with all the attendant training, and that means that it takes two, three bandits going down before anyone realizes that something is going terribly wrong. Shouts of panicked alarm begin to rise, and then—
—what looks very much like a sword clatters to the ground from somewhere, where Altaïr can easily pick it up if he wishes. It's an invitation: come and join in, I'm leaving some for you.]