Peter was inching forward with Jerome beside him. There was one Templar in front of them, and with cat-like reflected, Jerome jumped forward, grabbed the man, and snapped his neck so quickly, the man never had a chance to scream.

Peter's jaw dropped open at the death which had just occurred in front of him.

"Down by one," Jerome mouthed and Peter just continued to stare.

The snow made it hard to hide, and as the Templar converged on the outpost, they stopped hiding, attacking in a circle, ever-decreasing in size.