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Cape Buena Vista, Cuba, June 1715
Apr. 15th, 2018 08:38 am[continues from here]
"Follow me, and I'll kill you!" the man yelled as he stumbled through the jungle at the greatest speed he was capable of.
It was a hollow threat. As far as Edward could tell, the man was so injured that his killing days were undoubtedly over - even if Ed didn't shove him off the ledge in the end.
The chase did not last long. When Edward stepped out into a clearing near the far end of the island, he found the man standing there, clutching his stomach wound. At the sound of Edward's approach, the man spun around, or tried to; it was the slow turn of an old man crippled with belly-ache.
A small, gleaming blade slid out of the man's sleeve, the desire to fight twisting his features. Useful, Edward thought: such a slide, such a gleam, would surely inspire dread in one's foes. If one were not a lethally injured man lost on a deserted island, at any rate.
It would have been better on him not to draw the blade. Now, or earlier, when they'd faced one another on the ship. If you try to kill someone, you'd better finish the job, right?
Bare minutes later, Edward laid his body to rest on the cold ground-- and immediately began to
( rifle through his pockets. )
[[ taken and adapted from both Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and its novelization. ]]
"Follow me, and I'll kill you!" the man yelled as he stumbled through the jungle at the greatest speed he was capable of.
It was a hollow threat. As far as Edward could tell, the man was so injured that his killing days were undoubtedly over - even if Ed didn't shove him off the ledge in the end.
The chase did not last long. When Edward stepped out into a clearing near the far end of the island, he found the man standing there, clutching his stomach wound. At the sound of Edward's approach, the man spun around, or tried to; it was the slow turn of an old man crippled with belly-ache.
A small, gleaming blade slid out of the man's sleeve, the desire to fight twisting his features. Useful, Edward thought: such a slide, such a gleam, would surely inspire dread in one's foes. If one were not a lethally injured man lost on a deserted island, at any rate.
It would have been better on him not to draw the blade. Now, or earlier, when they'd faced one another on the ship. If you try to kill someone, you'd better finish the job, right?
Bare minutes later, Edward laid his body to rest on the cold ground-- and immediately began to
( rifle through his pockets. )[[ taken and adapted from both Assassin's Creed: Black Flag and its novelization. ]]
