Haytham moved away from his son, pacing around the deck to flank their enemy... Just like a pack of wolves cornering an injured deer she was soon surrounded. It was a strange and tragic situation to think of Elissa as an enemy, but so it was. Wishing for it to be otherwise was pointless.

"I've already tried to reason with her, she'll have none of it!"

The Templar's blade sang through the air as he looked for an opening, but finding none sent his sword in to to make one.

"We must end this quickly Connor!"

She was suffering.