[The hardest thing about this fucking ship is there are no good places to pull off an air assassination from. Frustrating, really. Still, Edward's adaptable, so he lies in wait in an alcove, waiting for one of the Templars roaming around the halls to show themselves. Wonders, idly, which one this will be: Hornigold, or du Casse, or Torres, or—well, he's killed so many of them over the years that it blurs, really.
He hears footsteps down the hall. Hears a whisper in his head that sounds like James Kidd, urging him to wait and see. He crouches down.
kill shot kill shot | cw stabbing, violence, character death
He hears footsteps down the hall. Hears a whisper in his head that sounds like James Kidd, urging him to wait and see. He crouches down.
The hidden blade flicks out.]