Altair, not stopping, just turns to Ezio and gives him a look that’s only just seen under his hood, now much more shadowed thanks to the bright sun as they leave through one of the doors to one of the inner practice yards. He’s satisfied by the shift of Ezio’s eyes and he knows very well that Ezio knows he’s seen it and knows that he’s a terrible lier. “I am still your friend Ezio,” even if he did screw up, “but, you can’t be worried of always angering your friends.”
“I do not,” Ezio said, he’s such a terrible lier it’s criminal.
“Quite,” is all he responded with, sounding unimpressed, making Ezio’s mouth turn down in a frown. “You should know that I do get angry often, and when I do, it is usually at no one but myself,” he continues and sees Ezio’s unease when he draws his sword, the short one that he keeps tucked up against his shoulder blades. “But I know how you are,” he says simply. “You don’t trust me and think that I’ll react badly to anything else you do, because you don’t want to offend me.” Ezio is visibly startled, because yes, that really is exactly it. “I want you to know that there is no bad blood between us, which is why I want you to attack me, work it out of your system,” he isn’t even holding his sword up, just with it curved towards his back.
“I do not think it would be a fair fight. Few can match me in skill-
Altair interrupts him with soft laughter, “I would say do not make me laugh, but you already have, come,” he motions with his free left hand. “I am not afraid, for I will not lose.”
“You are very bold Aalam,” Ezio said eyeing him.
“It’s why you keep me around isn’t it? Someone must have the balls to tell you you’re wrong, and we know Machiavelli won’t look nearly as good doing it as I,” he prodded further, the amusement clear in his voice now.
Ezio chuckles, “Perhaps we should make a bet then,” Ezio finally draws his sword, it’s Syrian style but new with a gleaming style. Well isn’t he a copy cat? Altair is only amused by it.
“Oh?” Altair asked taking a careful step back when Ezio moved forward two.
“If I win you won’t wear that stupid mask anymore.”
Altair felt his brows up, “And what do I get when I win,” he didn’t use the word ‘if’ since now there was no doubt that he’d win, since he wouldn’t be doing that any time soon, not for Ezio at least.
“What do you want?” Ezio stepped closer.
“I will think about it and get back to you,” Altair said, for now there was nothing he wanted that Ezio could give him. “You’ll just owe me one,” he liked the idea of Ezio owing him one.
Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
“I do not,” Ezio said, he’s such a terrible lier it’s criminal.
“Quite,” is all he responded with, sounding unimpressed, making Ezio’s mouth turn down in a frown. “You should know that I do get angry often, and when I do, it is usually at no one but myself,” he continues and sees Ezio’s unease when he draws his sword, the short one that he keeps tucked up against his shoulder blades. “But I know how you are,” he says simply. “You don’t trust me and think that I’ll react badly to anything else you do, because you don’t want to offend me.” Ezio is visibly startled, because yes, that really is exactly it. “I want you to know that there is no bad blood between us, which is why I want you to attack me, work it out of your system,” he isn’t even holding his sword up, just with it curved towards his back.
“I do not think that is a good idea,” Ezio says.
“Why, afraid you’ll lose, Mentor,” Altair challenged, teasing him.
“I do not think it would be a fair fight. Few can match me in skill-
Altair interrupts him with soft laughter, “I would say do not make me laugh, but you already have, come,” he motions with his free left hand. “I am not afraid, for I will not lose.”
“You are very bold Aalam,” Ezio said eyeing him.
“It’s why you keep me around isn’t it? Someone must have the balls to tell you you’re wrong, and we know Machiavelli won’t look nearly as good doing it as I,” he prodded further, the amusement clear in his voice now.
Ezio chuckles, “Perhaps we should make a bet then,” Ezio finally draws his sword, it’s Syrian style but new with a gleaming style. Well isn’t he a copy cat? Altair is only amused by it.
“Oh?” Altair asked taking a careful step back when Ezio moved forward two.
“If I win you won’t wear that stupid mask anymore.”
Altair felt his brows up, “And what do I get when I win,” he didn’t use the word ‘if’ since now there was no doubt that he’d win, since he wouldn’t be doing that any time soon, not for Ezio at least.
“What do you want?” Ezio stepped closer.
“I will think about it and get back to you,” Altair said, for now there was nothing he wanted that Ezio could give him. “You’ll just owe me one,” he liked the idea of Ezio owing him one.