Assassin Leader
Thomas climbed up the wall, glancing at each of the Assassins. He watched Luca dominate some soldiers at the top of the wall. He had a good strategy, letting the hidden blade enter through the neck, rather than the back, stomach, or any other place. Thomas usually had a more gruesome attack. He usually let it enter through the front or back of the head, shutting out the brain.
He looked to see the other others still at the bottom, readying themselves to scale the wall. He hoped that they would hurry, he could not do this without them. He reached the top of the wall, getting a good view of the entire fort. The walls ran the borders, and also straight through the middle. There was a small gap in the middle, big enough for a few horses to go through. Well, he hoped that there was something below he could conceal himself, after he'd gotten down. The main building was towards the left side.
Thomas ran silently across the top, sliding his blade into the back of a soldier's head on the way. He wiped the blood from it as he kept his pace and sprinted to an area of cover. He noticed a woman below, dressed in what looked like a rather large Japanese robe, or something of the sort. Something told him that she was lethal, but he could not be sure. She looked more like she was simply taking a walk and enjoying the day. Well, night, actually.
Thomas decided to go along on the ground, knowing that he was less likely to be spotted by soldiers that were on top of the walls. He got a running start, leaped off the wall, slid a small ways down the small slop on the edge of the wall, and dropped to the ground. He barely made noise throughout the entire way down, and tried not to now. He quietly walked up behind the Asian woman, readying his blades for whatever may happen next.
Templar Leader
Jeremiah walked out, waving his sword to and fro. It sliced through the air like it was nothing. The sharpened point could kill at just a glance. The moon's light shimmered off of the blade, emitting the swords shadow along the ground. He looked around cautiously, watching some of the soldiers. One of them was talking, very animatedly at that, and loudly. Jeremiah assumed maybe they'd seen something odd. He strode over to the soldier, gripping his shoulder and spinning him around.
"What did you see, boy?" He asked excitedly. He stared at the soldier, a huge smile on his face.
"Er... Nothing, sir... I-er... I just was talkin' about how me and me wife-" Before the soldier could even finish, he let out a gasp of pain. He looked down, blood dripping from his quivering lips, to see the end of Jeremiah's sword removed from his stomach. The soldier fell over, twitching for a moment, then laid still. Jeremiah growled in frustration.
"From here on out, NOBODY, I repeat, NOBODY, shall make anybody assume that they'd seen something tonight. Unless," he pause, a wicked smirk painted on his face, "You'd like to end up like this poor man." With that, he snapped his fingers and a few soldiers picked up the body and carried it away.
(Just saying, Nobody will die. Yet, anyway. I'd like people to be alive for a while before they start dying... But they can be injured, very badly, if you want...)
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