Sorry I couldn't give you anything more than a minifill, OP! Someone else should fill this badass prompt more thoroughly. -- He thought nothing of hiring the courtesans for distractions more than pleasure-the guards would rather look at them than him anyway he was sure. Even if they didn't know they were failing at protecting whatever it was they were guarding. So now, when he needed to get to a codex page he handed them some coins and went on his way with them in a huddle around him. There was no doubt that he didn't blend in with them at all being that he wasn't wearing a dress but the people noticed them more than the guy in the middle of their group. It was a good idea. I will have to thank Paola more thoroughly the next time I see her.
So single minded was he that he failed to notice the shift in the guards' attitude. The change was minute but he couldn't afford such foolish mistakes. The largest of them stepped forward, shoving him back and into the girl beside him. Cazzo. She gave a short shout of surprise. And then things got strange.
The women closed ranks around him with their faces no longer pictures of sensuality. No, now they held knives and approached the guards seriously. They stood confidently-he could see no fear in them only an unspoken threat. Still, he flicked his blade out then retracted it ready for a fight in the case that the guards would take the challenge presented to them.
“You have something to say, puttana?”
“Nothing worth telling you, ser.”
Ezio saw the men's demeanour change. It was almost like there was a red marking on them telling him they were becoming aggressive towards him-he always assumed it had to do with his Eagle Vision so didn't question it. His hand opened, bringing with it his hidden blades but he didn't move yet. Waited for the opportune moment to strike.
They were embroiled in a conflict within seconds. Guards raised their blades and Ezio waited for the courtesans to run off so he could fight in peace. They weren't going? What is going on? The women held their ground wielding knives of their own, jumping out of the way of swords and burying their weapons into any guard's neck that got too close. If he had been unprotected he wouldn't have stopped to watch how swiftly their bodies moved or the way they seemed to know just where to strike in order to get the job finished as quickly as possible. Somehow, though their faces only looked more attractive with flecks of blood on their cheeks and bodices of their dresses.
Without a word they bolted, Ezio running to catch up to ask them where they had learned such things. He got no answer until the girls deemed the coast clear but he marvelled at the change back to the courtesans he knew.
“A girl has to protect herself in these hard times, messere,” one cooed, leaning on his arm.
“Si, we do not always have such a handsome and strong protector to save us from the guards,” another chimed in. She too sheathed her blade as she ran her hand down his chest.
Perhaps the assassins could use women like these for more than just distractions...He couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face, “then allow me to express my...appreciation, ladies.”
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He thought nothing of hiring the courtesans for distractions more than pleasure-the guards would rather look at them than him anyway he was sure. Even if they didn't know they were failing at protecting whatever it was they were guarding. So now, when he needed to get to a codex page he handed them some coins and went on his way with them in a huddle around him. There was no doubt that he didn't blend in with them at all being that he wasn't wearing a dress but the people noticed them more than the guy in the middle of their group. It was a good idea. I will have to thank Paola more thoroughly the next time I see her.
So single minded was he that he failed to notice the shift in the guards' attitude. The change was minute but he couldn't afford such foolish mistakes. The largest of them stepped forward, shoving him back and into the girl beside him. Cazzo. She gave a short shout of surprise. And then things got strange.
The women closed ranks around him with their faces no longer pictures of sensuality. No, now they held knives and approached the guards seriously. They stood confidently-he could see no fear in them only an unspoken threat. Still, he flicked his blade out then retracted it ready for a fight in the case that the guards would take the challenge presented to them.
“You have something to say, puttana?”
“Nothing worth telling you, ser.”
Ezio saw the men's demeanour change. It was almost like there was a red marking on them telling him they were becoming aggressive towards him-he always assumed it had to do with his Eagle Vision so didn't question it. His hand opened, bringing with it his hidden blades but he didn't move yet. Waited for the opportune moment to strike.
They were embroiled in a conflict within seconds. Guards raised their blades and Ezio waited for the courtesans to run off so he could fight in peace. They weren't going? What is going on? The women held their ground wielding knives of their own, jumping out of the way of swords and burying their weapons into any guard's neck that got too close. If he had been unprotected he wouldn't have stopped to watch how swiftly their bodies moved or the way they seemed to know just where to strike in order to get the job finished as quickly as possible. Somehow, though their faces only looked more attractive with flecks of blood on their cheeks and bodices of their dresses.
Without a word they bolted, Ezio running to catch up to ask them where they had learned such things. He got no answer until the girls deemed the coast clear but he marvelled at the change back to the courtesans he knew.
“A girl has to protect herself in these hard times, messere,” one cooed, leaning on his arm.
“Si, we do not always have such a handsome and strong protector to save us from the guards,” another chimed in. She too sheathed her blade as she ran her hand down his chest.
Perhaps the assassins could use women like these for more than just distractions...He couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face, “then allow me to express my...appreciation, ladies.”