“Wait, so you’ve been talking with him?” Dasten suddenly piped up. “That’s not fair! If you get to see him why -- ”
“Life isn’t fair,” Ezio snapped before he could help it. “Va bene, Nando, good parry.”
The two upped their sparring pace once more. Ezio was mildly impressed to note that the blond assassino was better at swordsmanship than he remembered. Then, unexpectedly, the boy turned to address his companions, seeming to fight Ezio with ease. He was barely keeping Ezio in his feild of vision.
“Maybe if we’re good Maestro Ezio will let us see Mam – I mean, Maestro Leonardo. It’s been a few days since we – ”
Ezio saw red.
“None of you are seeing Leonardo! All you do is bother him and Mio Dios, focus on me Nando! Remember Rule 17 -- don’t take your eyes off an enemy in a fight!” he said, using a flurry of movements to disarm Nando. Without slowing, Ezio moved to slash at his defenseless form.
Nando gasped and tried to escape, yet was too slow. His back hit the wall of the training ring just as a thin line of blood pooled across him. The thin line of blood, marring him shoulder-to-shoulder, grew thicker as blood accumulated and rushed out like a stream overflowing. Blood painted the boy’s tanned skin a slick red, all while green eyes starred up at his mentor in shock.
Ezio felt his own shock arise and immediately felt guilt wash out his anger, cleansing him of the red haze that had blinded him. He stood with his sword at his apprentice’s neck, trying to decipher what he had just done.
Nando was only a boy, and by far the most innocent of his apprentices, yet Ezio had – to think that as a mentor he harmed his own –! It was unacceptable! He meant only to spar with the boy, not injure, and yet –
“Mio Dios! Nando, are you alright?”
Four apprentices and one Grand Master all looked over to see Leonardo with an arm full of art supplies.
Re: FILL! Mamma, Mommy, Leonardo ~ Part 8
“Can we just go visit Leonardo? Isn’t he lonely?”
“No, he is not.”
“But how do you knnoooowww?”
Another twitch of the Master Assassin’s eyebrow.
“He is my dearest friend, so I do.”
“Wait, so you’ve been talking with him?” Dasten suddenly piped up. “That’s not fair! If you get to see him why -- ”
“Life isn’t fair,” Ezio snapped before he could help it. “Va bene, Nando, good parry.”
The two upped their sparring pace once more. Ezio was mildly impressed to note that the blond assassino was better at swordsmanship than he remembered. Then, unexpectedly, the boy turned to address his companions, seeming to fight Ezio with ease. He was barely keeping Ezio in his feild of vision.
“Maybe if we’re good Maestro Ezio will let us see Mam – I mean, Maestro Leonardo. It’s been a few days since we – ”
Ezio saw red.
“None of you are seeing Leonardo! All you do is bother him and Mio Dios, focus on me Nando! Remember Rule 17 -- don’t take your eyes off an enemy in a fight!” he said, using a flurry of movements to disarm Nando. Without slowing, Ezio moved to slash at his defenseless form.
Nando gasped and tried to escape, yet was too slow. His back hit the wall of the training ring just as a thin line of blood pooled across him. The thin line of blood, marring him shoulder-to-shoulder, grew thicker as blood accumulated and rushed out like a stream overflowing. Blood painted the boy’s tanned skin a slick red, all while green eyes starred up at his mentor in shock.
Ezio felt his own shock arise and immediately felt guilt wash out his anger, cleansing him of the red haze that had blinded him. He stood with his sword at his apprentice’s neck, trying to decipher what he had just done.
Nando was only a boy, and by far the most innocent of his apprentices, yet Ezio had – to think that as a mentor he harmed his own –! It was unacceptable! He meant only to spar with the boy, not injure, and yet –
“Mio Dios! Nando, are you alright?”
Four apprentices and one Grand Master all looked over to see Leonardo with an arm full of art supplies.
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Pffffttt, Ezio. You're in shit now =P You hurt Momma Leo’s baby. Better ru-un!