The chase ensued through the suburban sector outside of Rome; people jumped out of the way, and many shouted in the confusion. All Leonardo was really aware of was his heart racing madly in his chest, the sound of blood pumping viciously in his ears, and his lung all but screaming at him to stop. And stop he did – by colliding with Ezio.
In the second he took to re-orientate himself, Leonardo saw that Ezio stopped because of a large cliff a few metres ahead of them. He spun around to see the guards closing in on them. His breath sucked in sharply, and he felt himself being pushed back by a strong arm.
“Do not stray from behind me, Leonardo,” Ezio commanded coolly.
As the three guards got ever closer, Leonardo heard Ezio draw his sword. He always hated that sound; metal sliding on metal, creating a beautifully cacophonous sound. He quickly scrambled back a little bit, not wanting to be caught in the cross fire. He still clutched his hat, while his free arm was shaking and tense at his side. People were speckled about beyond the guards, watching the ensuing fight.
He wasn’t quiet sure who made the first move, but Leonardo was suddenly vividly aware of the three-to-one dual. He couldn’t help but watch with a morbid fascination at how fluid Ezio’s movements were. Years of relentless training proved their worth; every move was calculated, and a perfect answer to it’s opponent. However, despite it all, Ezio clearly was not in the mood to fight, nor was he too thrilled about the odds.
Any normal person would’ve shouted ‘What are you doing?!’ when Ezio sheathed his sword, pulling something out of his many pockets. His arm lifted sharply, and in one quick motion, there was a sudden plume of smoke.
Leonardo coughed, his eyes narrowing as his tried to gain his bearings. Without warning, he felt something shoved into his hand, an arm around his ribcage, and felt himself being forced to run forward.
The second Leonardo’s feet felt nothing beneath them, he felt fear and panic well up in him. His arm shot up around Ezio’s neck, clinging to his hood with no remorse. He felt his legs kick up, brushing against Ezio’s thighs, and his mouth hung open uselessly. He was vaguely away of his hat flying off his head, but beyond all that, he did exactly what he shouldn’t have done.
He looked down.
The grassy earth below was lovely, and looked very inviting – but not to him. It took all of Leonardo’s willpower not to let go of the handle he held and grab onto Ezio, burying his face into his clothes to keep from seeing that horrible site.
Uncoordinated as he was, Leonardo wasn’t aware of Ezio telling him to tug slightly on his side. The next thing he was even remotely aware of was a rough growl, and two powerful legs locking around him. In an unceremonious display of his lack of bravery, Leonardo shrieked when Ezio’s arm let go of him, and forced him to let go of the handle. Had this been under other circumstances, Leonardo might have laughed at how Ezio was holding him with only his legs.
“Leonardo, I’m going to drop you in the hay; I want you to somersault into it!” Ezio commanded.
Re: To the Rescue
In the second he took to re-orientate himself, Leonardo saw that Ezio stopped because of a large cliff a few metres ahead of them. He spun around to see the guards closing in on them. His breath sucked in sharply, and he felt himself being pushed back by a strong arm.
“Do not stray from behind me, Leonardo,” Ezio commanded coolly.
As the three guards got ever closer, Leonardo heard Ezio draw his sword. He always hated that sound; metal sliding on metal, creating a beautifully cacophonous sound. He quickly scrambled back a little bit, not wanting to be caught in the cross fire. He still clutched his hat, while his free arm was shaking and tense at his side. People were speckled about beyond the guards, watching the ensuing fight.
He wasn’t quiet sure who made the first move, but Leonardo was suddenly vividly aware of the three-to-one dual. He couldn’t help but watch with a morbid fascination at how fluid Ezio’s movements were. Years of relentless training proved their worth; every move was calculated, and a perfect answer to it’s opponent. However, despite it all, Ezio clearly was not in the mood to fight, nor was he too thrilled about the odds.
Any normal person would’ve shouted ‘What are you doing?!’ when Ezio sheathed his sword, pulling something out of his many pockets. His arm lifted sharply, and in one quick motion, there was a sudden plume of smoke.
Leonardo coughed, his eyes narrowing as his tried to gain his bearings. Without warning, he felt something shoved into his hand, an arm around his ribcage, and felt himself being forced to run forward.
The second Leonardo’s feet felt nothing beneath them, he felt fear and panic well up in him. His arm shot up around Ezio’s neck, clinging to his hood with no remorse. He felt his legs kick up, brushing against Ezio’s thighs, and his mouth hung open uselessly. He was vaguely away of his hat flying off his head, but beyond all that, he did exactly what he shouldn’t have done.
He looked down.
The grassy earth below was lovely, and looked very inviting – but not to him. It took all of Leonardo’s willpower not to let go of the handle he held and grab onto Ezio, burying his face into his clothes to keep from seeing that horrible site.
Uncoordinated as he was, Leonardo wasn’t aware of Ezio telling him to tug slightly on his side. The next thing he was even remotely aware of was a rough growl, and two powerful legs locking around him. In an unceremonious display of his lack of bravery, Leonardo shrieked when Ezio’s arm let go of him, and forced him to let go of the handle. Had this been under other circumstances, Leonardo might have laughed at how Ezio was holding him with only his legs.
“Leonardo, I’m going to drop you in the hay; I want you to somersault into it!” Ezio commanded.