[Their "argument" and separation most likely turned them into easy pickings from the bandits' perspective, unable to have each other's backs as they seem to be. Not only that, but Altaïr appears to be the perfect target, unaware and unknowing. He wonders who will attack first, the malevolent strangers or the Assassin he still doesn't fully know — and then a cry answers his unasked question.
He pivots in an instant, turning his horse and moving faster after an even quicker dismount. His own sword is tied to the beast's pack and would take only a few moments to untie and retrieve, but seconds can mean everything at a time like this. He dives for the sword and joins the fray without hesitation — one eye on Jacob, curious as to how he fights, and one on his own opponents. They're outnumbered, but there's not a trace of fear in him; he has absolutely no doubt about how this will go.]
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He pivots in an instant, turning his horse and moving faster after an even quicker dismount. His own sword is tied to the beast's pack and would take only a few moments to untie and retrieve, but seconds can mean everything at a time like this. He dives for the sword and joins the fray without hesitation — one eye on Jacob, curious as to how he fights, and one on his own opponents. They're outnumbered, but there's not a trace of fear in him; he has absolutely no doubt about how this will go.]