Altair finished off the Templars focused on him with relative ease- they couldn't exactly be called coordinated after all- and took a breath once their foes were all dead on the ground. His clothing had a few cuts here and there since his focus had been a bit divided, but nothing he couldn't fix with a needle and some thread. And at least it hadn't been cut in a way that exposed any skin.

More importantly though, he headed over to Anders, obviously worried.

"Anders? Are you alright?"

There was no wariness, despite the fact that even a blind man would be able to tell that Anders's and his spirit friend's part of the battle had been carnage, just concern for Anders's well-being.

"And your spirit friend, too? It sounded like the fight was one that took a lot out of both of you."