The Lost Treasure of Damascus, Ch.2: The Crossroad

SPLOOSH! Eitan shot down into the sewers, swimming for the bank. When he reached it, he opened his sling, which happened to be airtight and waterproof, and consulted the map. It showed to take a left turn from where he was, then there was a 3-way crossroad down there, and he should take the left tunnel. Eitan set off down the sewer tunnel for the first turn. Upon arrival, Eitan observed some Templar followers lounging about among various cloths and pillows. Lanterns burned and food was highlighted. “Camp,” thought Eitan. He silently slid into the water, making his way under the grating the camp was on. He came up just outside the range of light from the lamps, then turned to go through a tunnel. WUMP. Eitan backed off, looking up. He had slammed face-first into a templar captain, and the captain didn't look happy to see him. The captain roared at the camp, telling them to attack. Eitan released his hidden blade and hookblade, then latched onto the captain's collar with the hook, throwing him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat. The campers advanced, 8 in all. Eitan rushed them, jumping up and between 2 templar followers. He face-palmed them both, his blades driving into them, then slammed them to the ground. 3 followers advanced. One took a swipe with his spear. Eitan latched onto it, then yanked the camper in and slashed his throat. Eitan then pushed the camper off the spear and threw the spear at the 2nd templar follower. He parried with a battleaxe, then swung at Eitan's head. Eitan ducked, then stabbed the man twice in the solar plexus, the spot where the ribcage splits. The 3rd camper whistled, and the other 3 came over to assist him. They backed Eitan into a corner. Eitan grinned devilishly, then back-flipped up the wall, leaping off it and landing behind the campers. He grabbed the nearest 2 and slammed their heads together. The remaining 2 swung their weapons at Eitan, forcing him to let them out of the corner. One had a mace, the other had a shortsword. The mace user down-slashed at Eitan, who latched onto the mace with his hookblade and stuck it in the ground. The shortsword user took a wild stab from behind Eitan. Eitan sidestepped, then grabbed the man's arm, punching the outside of his elbow and breaking his arm. The man screamed, and Eitan spun him around so they were back-to-back, putting the back of the man's head on his shoulder and pulling down under the man's chin. HARD. The man's neck broke, and Eitan dropped him. He then kicked the mace user in the stomach, knocking him away from his mace. Eitan grabbed the mace, dashed up to the templar follower, and clocked him as hard as he could in the side of the head. The man dropped to his knees, falling sideways. “There, all done,” said Eitan. He sheathed his wristblades, and walked through the tunnel to the 3-way crossroad.