He catches up to him quickly, feet nimble on this surface, his momentum carrying forward. He feels the tingling desire to twitch his wrist and release the hidden blade, fall upon him like that eagle falling upon it's pray, talons digging in deadly and sharp.

But this boy may be innocent yet and he is no longer that man.

He falls upon him heavily instead, aiming to send him crashing forward into the roof tiles, hand tangling tightly at the the back of his collar. With a firm grip Altaïr presses his hidden blade to the others throat. A threat and a warning.

"Be still!"