I love a good stereotype as much as the next hooded chap with stabby wrists, and Victorian London is awash with hilarious cockneys because, hell, that's what all English sound like, right?

"I can't believe my peepers," proffers one alarmed local after spying the corpse of my latest victim. There are more - a lot more - but the surprise is part of the hilarity and spoiling it would be plain nasty of me.

So we're back with Absturgo, Templars and bits of Eden. So far so very every previous Creed title.

But... this is London. And the location here is a massive chunk of the enjoyment. Sweeping up the face of Big Ben (yeah I know it's the bell, shut up...) using one's very un-Victorian grapple is tremendous fun, as is galloping through the streets at breakneck speed and trampling bowler-hat-topped purveyors of dented rhyming slang.

You've also got areas of London to clear because the terribly-named Blighters gang, run by the Templars, naturally, is infesting all corners. As a direct response, you're assembling your own batch of rag-tags known as the Rooks. Clearing Blighters earns you more Rooks, impressed as they are by the way you kicked their buttocks. You can then get a little gang of them together and kick more sorry behind. It's like Gangs of New York but without the American bits.

And you live on a train. Neat, huh?

London, gangs and trains aside, this is all such familiar territory that you wondered whether the developers just wholesale copied the mechanics from previous Creeds and threw them in a different-coloured sandpit.

But honestly, I really don't care. I don't care I'm doing the same plop, I don't care the capital is peppered with characters that would make Dick van Dyke blush, and I don't care the main voice acting is a little village am-dram. Tearing up Victorian London is just jolly good fun, what.