[Jacob's a hurricane when he fights, and more than that, he's someone who's at home in a bar brawl. He's grinning wildly when Altaïr shows up, a man in his element even when unarmed—which he isn't for long, disarming one of the bandits to yank the long knife from their hand and give it a twirl. He's brutal in cutting the bandit down, quick and efficient, and spares the body barely any thought before he swings around to block another blow.]
We ought to leave one of them alive to talk to! I'd like to ask them, [yeowch that was a hard punch, but Jacob recovers quickly and delivers a hard kick to the bandit's knee,] some questions!
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We ought to leave one of them alive to talk to! I'd like to ask them, [yeowch that was a hard punch, but Jacob recovers quickly and delivers a hard kick to the bandit's knee,] some questions!