Jacob wakes in the tent, listens to the instructions carefully, and nods, letting the man leave and then dressing quickly. It's... incredibly hot here, arid, and that's something Jacob is not used to. After a small adjustment period in which he learned to drink more water, he starts in on training and fulfilling missions. He's dressed as a footsoldier, a turban and scarf obscuring his hair and face.
It's a quiet day, before the Crusader army has arrived, and Jacob has been training most of the day. He takes a break from it to water the horses, patting them affectionately as he goes about.
"Good girl. Drink up."
Combat
Jacob and you are fighting side by side. Allies in this bloody battle. Jacob swipes blood from his mouth, after a hand-to-hand fight. And then an arrow whizzes between them, singing through the air, just barely missing them. He makes eye contact with you, as a group of soldiers approach.
"I'll take care of the archers!" he shouts, and then he's sprinting for the high point the archers are sitting at. He darts around, able to avoid the arrows just barely. He climbs up quickly, his knife driving deep into the crossbow owner's neck. He sprints down the line, taking out the few archers up there quickly. And then he jumps down, sprinting back to see if you need help.
Jacob Frye | Assassin's Creed
Jacob wakes in the tent, listens to the instructions carefully, and nods, letting the man leave and then dressing quickly. It's... incredibly hot here, arid, and that's something Jacob is not used to. After a small adjustment period in which he learned to drink more water, he starts in on training and fulfilling missions. He's dressed as a footsoldier, a turban and scarf obscuring his hair and face.
It's a quiet day, before the Crusader army has arrived, and Jacob has been training most of the day. He takes a break from it to water the horses, patting them affectionately as he goes about.
"Good girl. Drink up."
Combat
Jacob and you are fighting side by side. Allies in this bloody battle. Jacob swipes blood from his mouth, after a hand-to-hand fight. And then an arrow whizzes between them, singing through the air, just barely missing them. He makes eye contact with you, as a group of soldiers approach.
"I'll take care of the archers!" he shouts, and then he's sprinting for the high point the archers are sitting at. He darts around, able to avoid the arrows just barely. He climbs up quickly, his knife driving deep into the crossbow owner's neck. He sprints down the line, taking out the few archers up there quickly. And then he jumps down, sprinting back to see if you need help.
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