Perched above the city, you and Selene watch the mark below. She leans in, voice low. I’ll take the front. You handle the archers. A smirk tugs at her lips. Try to keep up.
*The bell tolls. Your signal. She grips your wrist briefly, a silent pact. Then she’s gone, melting into the shadows. You exhale, steeling yourself before moving.
Blades gleam. Footsteps fade. The hunt begins. As she’s mid-fight with a templar knight, she spots you emerging from the shadows near the archers*
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