There was only one reason Ezio hated walking through the streets of Venezia. Otherwise, he was perfectly fine with the famous, canal filled city. As he wound his way toward Leonardo da Vinci's workshop, however, he found that single reason to be following him. What made it worse was that there was more than one of them.
"Bravely bold, Sir Ezio road forth from Venezia!" One minstrel shrieked at the top of his voice, while three others chased after with flutes and lutes ringing at full blast. "He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Ezio!"
Ezio hunched his shoulders and pretended to ignore them. He sincerely hoped the guards didn't take interest. Although, with as loud as the man was singing (if that's what he called the shrieks spewing from his throat), it was a tiny hope.
"He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Ezio!" The minstrel continued. He skipped around the furious assassin, his feet light and face bright with song. Behind him one of the minstrels clapped in what was supposed to be in tune but sounded more mocking than anything. "He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp."
Ezio's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at the minstrels over his shoulder. Who said anything about being mashed, he wondered. Anger only growing, he turned and walked ever faster.
"Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken!" The minstrel chirped, looking proudly at the assassin. "To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away."
A shiver rolled through Ezio's system. He most certainly didn't want anything like that. Ever. He started to move faster. "Stop it!" He shot over his shoulder.
The minstrels were not to be deterred. They only followed him, not at all put off at the increase in speed. As far as they were concerned, the assassin hadn't pushed them into the canals or kicked them into a haystack, therefore they were happy.
"And his limbs all hacked and his heart cut out," the minstrel continued, his beat picking up into a morbidly happy tune. "And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged!"
"Shut up!" Ezio snapped, trying, in vain to get away from the grim, singing demons.
"And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off and his penis--"
The minstrels stopped abruptly. Ezio had turned sharply around a corner and instantly halted. Three, furious looking guards stood in his way. They blinked before leaning forward.
"Who are you?" They asked, in a strange sort of unison. "He is brave Sir Ezio, brave Sir Ezio," the minstrel pressed forward, the other's starting the instruments back up.
The Brave tale of Sir Ezio 1/
"Bravely bold, Sir Ezio road forth from Venezia!" One minstrel shrieked at the top of his voice, while three others chased after with flutes and lutes ringing at full blast. "He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Ezio!"
Ezio hunched his shoulders and pretended to ignore them. He sincerely hoped the guards didn't take interest. Although, with as loud as the man was singing (if that's what he called the shrieks spewing from his throat), it was a tiny hope.
"He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways. Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Ezio!" The minstrel continued. He skipped around the furious assassin, his feet light and face bright with song. Behind him one of the minstrels clapped in what was supposed to be in tune but sounded more mocking than anything. "He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp."
Ezio's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at the minstrels over his shoulder. Who said anything about being mashed, he wondered. Anger only growing, he turned and walked ever faster.
"Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken!" The minstrel chirped, looking proudly at the assassin. "To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away."
A shiver rolled through Ezio's system. He most certainly didn't want anything like that. Ever. He started to move faster. "Stop it!" He shot over his shoulder.
The minstrels were not to be deterred. They only followed him, not at all put off at the increase in speed. As far as they were concerned, the assassin hadn't pushed them into the canals or kicked them into a haystack, therefore they were happy.
"And his limbs all hacked and his heart cut out," the minstrel continued, his beat picking up into a morbidly happy tune. "And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged!"
"Shut up!" Ezio snapped, trying, in vain to get away from the grim, singing demons.
"And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off and his penis--"
The minstrels stopped abruptly. Ezio had turned sharply around a corner and instantly halted. Three, furious looking guards stood in his way. They blinked before leaning forward.
"Who are you?" They asked, in a strange sort of unison.
"He is brave Sir Ezio, brave Sir Ezio," the minstrel pressed forward, the other's starting the instruments back up.