I'm lame and amused by the fact that I've reached part 123, herr herrr -- The two men looked him over but saw nothing but his robes, no armor, no weapons, they all were hidden, and he did not wear such a flashy uniform as some of his brothers and sisters did. “Oh? What what are you supposed to be? The Assassino?” one of them joked and he frowned, narrowing his eyes as well. All of Rome knew of Ezio’s reputation, he was the Assassin, most thought the only one, and they knew he dressed in white robes with a hood and a cape.
“No. I am not,” he said in a hard tone. “I am just a blade in the crowd, and unless you want to find out what that means you will leave, now,” he growled.
The men just laughed, “Oh, thinks he’s tough doesn’t he? Look man, we don’t want to fight you, wouldn’t be a fair fight and-
“I take that as a no,” and he grabbed one by the collar of his robes and seemed to toss him aside so that he struck the wall, the blow cushioned by his head. The other yelped when Altair dragged him close with his right hand and seemed to punch him in the gut, only this punch was accompanied by the deadly taste of steel as he twisted his hidden blade into the man’s soft inner flesh. “You would do well too remember to take the words of strangers more seriously,” he said softly and released the man who stared at the man before slumping over, not dead, but seriously wounded.
“As for you,” he looked over at the other man who’d scrambled to his feet and upon Altair turning his attention to him bolted, knocking Lucrezia down in his haste to get away.
“Mama!” Giovanni cried and ran over to her and helped her up, “Are you okay?” he asked.
Lucrezia gave her son one of her rare smiles, “Yes darling, I’m fine.”
“Good,” he said cheerfully.
“But you,” and Lucrezia turned a sharp eye on him.
“I,” Altair nodded slightly.
“You just killed a man in front of my son an-
“He isn’t dead,” Altair looked down, “Not yet anyway,” he added. “I could have if I wanted, but it will be no worse than what he will have to do,” he said looking at them.
“Do not say such things, my child is not a murderer,” she snarled at him and marched over to him, Giovanni her little shadow.
“Giovanni, why don’t you tell your mama what you want to be when you grow up.”
There was a bright shine to the boy’s eyes when he said, “I want to be a Master Assassin like you Aa-” he cut off when Altair shook his head at him, silently telling him not to say his name.
“Oh Giovanni why would you say that?” she asked sounding beside herself and crouched in front of her son. “Those sorts of men kill people.”
The boy opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and said, “Cesare kills people too,” and Lucrezia seemed shocked.
She turned to Altair furiously, “What have you been teaching my son?” she demanded.
“Only truth, unlike that house of lies you live in.” She looked away, embarrassed perhaps, or guilty, he didn’t know. “You stay here, I shall return shortly,” he said.
“Where are you going?”
“I cannot just leave him here,” Altair gently kicked the man who thankfully was not screaming but rather seemed too terrified for words. “Either the Tiber or a doctor, I have not decided which,” and he leaned down before throwing the man over his shoulder. “And do not leave here Lucrezia, or I will not be pleased,” he added as a threat though he knew realistically she’d never jeopardize her son or her ability to keep seeing him.
At her nod he left the plaza and found the nearest doctor. “How may I be of service?” he asked.
“This man,” and he put the man down onto the ground.
“Oh, does he need treatment? Is he dead?” he seemed interested in the dead part.
“Perhaps. He could be, if you wished it,” Altair said. All the doctors knew of the Assassins and other than a few in the area they all paid tribute to the Assassins who kept guards and unsatisfied patients from harassing them. Not to mention Ezio practically owned every practice in this part of Rome as well. “He got in my way,” he explained, “Do you want him?”
“Well as a doctor I cannot kill a patient, it would go against my oath.”
“I see, then perhaps you could heal him? Allow me inside, he is very heavy.”
Re: Two Eagles (123/?)
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The two men looked him over but saw nothing but his robes, no armor, no weapons, they all were hidden, and he did not wear such a flashy uniform as some of his brothers and sisters did. “Oh? What what are you supposed to be? The Assassino?” one of them joked and he frowned, narrowing his eyes as well. All of Rome knew of Ezio’s reputation, he was the Assassin, most thought the only one, and they knew he dressed in white robes with a hood and a cape.
“No. I am not,” he said in a hard tone. “I am just a blade in the crowd, and unless you want to find out what that means you will leave, now,” he growled.
The men just laughed, “Oh, thinks he’s tough doesn’t he? Look man, we don’t want to fight you, wouldn’t be a fair fight and-
“I take that as a no,” and he grabbed one by the collar of his robes and seemed to toss him aside so that he struck the wall, the blow cushioned by his head. The other yelped when Altair dragged him close with his right hand and seemed to punch him in the gut, only this punch was accompanied by the deadly taste of steel as he twisted his hidden blade into the man’s soft inner flesh. “You would do well too remember to take the words of strangers more seriously,” he said softly and released the man who stared at the man before slumping over, not dead, but seriously wounded.
“As for you,” he looked over at the other man who’d scrambled to his feet and upon Altair turning his attention to him bolted, knocking Lucrezia down in his haste to get away.
“Mama!” Giovanni cried and ran over to her and helped her up, “Are you okay?” he asked.
Lucrezia gave her son one of her rare smiles, “Yes darling, I’m fine.”
“Good,” he said cheerfully.
“But you,” and Lucrezia turned a sharp eye on him.
“I,” Altair nodded slightly.
“You just killed a man in front of my son an-
“He isn’t dead,” Altair looked down, “Not yet anyway,” he added. “I could have if I wanted, but it will be no worse than what he will have to do,” he said looking at them.
“Do not say such things, my child is not a murderer,” she snarled at him and marched over to him, Giovanni her little shadow.
“Giovanni, why don’t you tell your mama what you want to be when you grow up.”
There was a bright shine to the boy’s eyes when he said, “I want to be a Master Assassin like you Aa-” he cut off when Altair shook his head at him, silently telling him not to say his name.
“Oh Giovanni why would you say that?” she asked sounding beside herself and crouched in front of her son. “Those sorts of men kill people.”
The boy opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and said, “Cesare kills people too,” and Lucrezia seemed shocked.
She turned to Altair furiously, “What have you been teaching my son?” she demanded.
“Only truth, unlike that house of lies you live in.” She looked away, embarrassed perhaps, or guilty, he didn’t know. “You stay here, I shall return shortly,” he said.
“Where are you going?”
“I cannot just leave him here,” Altair gently kicked the man who thankfully was not screaming but rather seemed too terrified for words. “Either the Tiber or a doctor, I have not decided which,” and he leaned down before throwing the man over his shoulder. “And do not leave here Lucrezia, or I will not be pleased,” he added as a threat though he knew realistically she’d never jeopardize her son or her ability to keep seeing him.
At her nod he left the plaza and found the nearest doctor. “How may I be of service?” he asked.
“This man,” and he put the man down onto the ground.
“Oh, does he need treatment? Is he dead?” he seemed interested in the dead part.
“Perhaps. He could be, if you wished it,” Altair said. All the doctors knew of the Assassins and other than a few in the area they all paid tribute to the Assassins who kept guards and unsatisfied patients from harassing them. Not to mention Ezio practically owned every practice in this part of Rome as well. “He got in my way,” he explained, “Do you want him?”
“Well as a doctor I cannot kill a patient, it would go against my oath.”
“I see, then perhaps you could heal him? Allow me inside, he is very heavy.”