Teutonic's suffered at the hands of the blade during the nomadic period, but his blessing of vault simply was not enough anymore, they were preparing, raising shields above their heads, forming archery lines to shoot him out of the sky, until he stumbled upon a frail old man within Redrock pass who changed everything.
“Who are you old man, why are you out here studying the way the wind moves?”
“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are, careful not to tempt it boy.”
“Has all this time in solitude finally taken its toll on your mind? What does that mean?”
The old man moved with staggering speed across the ground, closing the gap between him and Asmodeus in the blink of an eye.
“Run with the wind, my dear Asmodeus.”
“How do you know who I am, tell me before I cut you down.”
The old man seemingly vanished, like he was a mirage in the desert, leaving not a trace but the new found idea to apply the blessing of Vault to a more grounded movement. Asmodeus spent years mastering this technique, learning all of the kinks until he could scamper freely as much as he wanted, finally understanding what the old man had said. Finally returning to Masyaf, riddled with vines, almost abandoned, found one wounded Reprobate;
“What happened here, where is everyone?”
“T-they made haste to L-Liliana… to make peace talks with the Teutons… they pillaged us and took everything…”
“Your information was not in vain, rest easy young soul.”