Spoken of in an earlier conversation this was the worst case scenario. Elissa was armed and well beyond the reach of reason. With her knowledge of weapons and poison there really was only one other option available.

How quickly the fervor of the moment gave way in his mind to a sense of serene calm. Not that this is what he wanted or wished for he simply fell back on the skills he had been cultivating since childhood. Acted on instinct and skill instead of the mind's little doubts or the heart's gentle weaknesses.

Haytham knew what to do and how to do it. It was only a matter of timing and skill to see it done. Elissa stumbled and rolled but was on her feet again far too quickly to act. As her dagger swept towards him again he caught the blade and forced it and, by virtue of her holding onto it so tightly, Elissa backwards. It was only a pace and it took a good deal of strength to accomplish but it gave the Templar the time to draw and aim his pistol. Left-handed, granted... it was an awkward way for a one who favored the right hand to hold a gun, but he hadn't dared drop his sword. Not with her blades still so very close to him.

"I give you one last chance to stand down."

If she so much as twitched he would fire.