Their duel lasted seven seconds. A feint. A parry. The hookblade snagging Ahmet’s scimitar, twisting— crack . The prince fell to his knees. Ezio didn’t wait for last words. He took the final key and walked into the seismic chamber.
Clearly, is worth the extra few hundred MBs. Their duel lasted seven seconds
No. Complete.
He moved through the underground city like a wraith, his hidden blade clicking open—a sound softer than the drip of poisoned water. Templars patrolled with torches that cut weak light through the volcanic dark. Ezio counted heartbeats. Three. Two. One. The first guard fell without a scream, a throwing knife blooming from his throat. The second turned—too slow. Ezio’s hookblade caught his collar, yanked him into a well of shadow. The third saw nothing until the kiss of steel erased his watch. The hookblade snagging Ahmet’s scimitar, twisting— crack