[I dare you, read this fanfiction while listening to this song:
I am serious, imagine the whole fight scene in slow motion, and pay no mind to the lyrics, only the music.
Your ears will die from overexposure to epicness.
[I dare you, read this fanfiction while listening to this song:
I am serious, imagine the whole fight scene in slow motion, and pay no mind to the lyrics, only the music.
Your ears will die from overexposure to epicness.
The bartender let the man take his seat, as he was in some way threatening. No one knew his name, or his face, only that he was the assassin. The one who killed Borgia, the one who freed Rome, and the one who's face is never seen. His white hood covered his features, and gave him a huge aspect of mystery.
Ezio Auditore De Firenze accepted his offer and took his seat in the corner. The tavern around him was gloomy and damp, with light wood tables contrasting the dark, damp cobblestone that lined the walls. He reasted his arm on the round empty table in front of him, and shouted to the bartender in a heavy italian accent, "Bartender! Pint."
He needn't say any more. The tavern itself went quiet with his words, but its reputation of noise was restored with an eyeless glare from the assassin. The pint of ale slid across the counter, and plummeted over the edge, only to be cought by Ezio, and returned to his table. He rested again, drinking his ale without regret, as he was fine with dying there and then. He was still in belief, though, of his secret philosophy: Just when you give up, things make a sprint for the better. He lived by those words, which inspired him to keep going, even when everybody he knew was slaughtered by the Templars.
But nothing bothered him any more. His strict training tought him never to regret, never to spare the evil, and never to love anybody. He abided without thought, as it was his bloodline. His ancester was the Altair Ibn-Al'Ahad, and unbeknownst to him, his future kin would free America.
He kept going, though, wanting ever so badly for his life to simply end, but silently hoping it would go on, to give him the thrill he recieved from being an Assassin.
In his drunken slump he was there again, right in the action - or rather, soon to be in the action. He was dangling upside down in a crounched position from the ceiling of the underground tunnels that criss-cross Rome. He was alone, but he assumed he wouldn't be for long. This was the life he used to live: waiting in the darkness for an unwanted soul, then dropping from the shadows to deliver the god's justices. And speaking of unwanted souls, Ezio could here loud slaps on the stone ground beneath him, moving fast, as if away from something. Then he recognised loud metallic footsteps following: A templar.
Ezio found to victim to be a lowly merchant, without shoes or a shirt, just pants and a ragged hat. He tripped on something invisible to Ezio on the gound directly beneath him, and he turned his head back to where his pursuer was. The Templar now stood over the merchant, who pleaded in italian about how he was sorry he missed the payment, and next time he would pay double - triple, even! But the Templar didn't want to hear it. He raised his sword high above his head, and Ezio made his move. Not even knowing someone was above, the Templar didn't even adjust his head as Ezio flew through the air, arms outstretched, but legs curled to his stomach. He extended his legs to give a punishing kick to the top of the Templar's bucket helmet, sending him to the ground.
Standing above his foe, Ezio turned his head back to the merchant, and gave a nod, not changing his serious oral exression. The merchant scrabbled to the ground again, and took off down the dark cave. Ezio shifted again to the Templar, who stood from the ground. He brought his sword down on Ezio, who held it in the air with his metal bracers. He jumped, and kicked the enemy in the stomach, sending him backwards again. Ezio stood, crouched slightly, a smirk on his face, ready to finish him. While the Templar prepared his next attack, Ezio shot out one of his wridt blades, and leaped at the man. He thrust the knife into the neck of the Templar, who staggered backward, and fell to the ground, dead.
Ezio stood over his good work, then looked back to the dark tunnel the merchant had gone down; empty, and then looked the other direction, not as empty. Before him stood three men, one covered in steel and golden clad armour, another in red and blue cloth, and the one in the middle wearing a noble steel uniform with a large Templar cross on the front. The first one to challenge Ezio was the weakest one, the one in the cloth. He ran, with his sword in the air, hoping to bring it down on Ezio. This time, he didn't hold it in the air, and instead simply sidestepped the blade, and punched the scout in the side of his head. The next one the captain sent to his death was the huge brute, who had a large axe in hand. He swung it to the right side of the assassin's torso, who ducked under, turned around, got on his hands, and thrust his feet into his opponent's stomach. The brute dropped the axe, which Ezio proceeded to pick up. He swung it down, and embedded the blade in the brute's skull. He fell backward onto the cold ground.
Ezio was ready to face the captain, when something grabbed him: the man on cloth. He had put him in a chokehold, but Ezio headbutted the enemy, turned around, and pur another one of his wrist blades into his neck. Now dead, the Templar scout fell forward, onto Ezio, who quickly pushed him off. He turned to his last opponent: the Templar captain. His rapier was shined and ready for battle. He drew his sword, and Ezio drew his own, and the battle began.
they went back and forth with parrys and blocks, each one getting a good hit or two now and then. But ultimately, one came out on top when the captian tried to kick Ezio. He dodged the kick, and tried to thurst his sword upward into the captain's chin, but he stepped back making Ezio leap up, and fall back down, doing no harm to the Templar. The captain thrust his rapier again, but Ezio jump-kicked it out of his hand. Then he forced himself on top of the captain, laying on the ground, and thrust his blade once again into his throat.
Ezio stood again, sure he was done, when suddenly: click! The souind came from behind the assassin, who turned to see the merchant standing there, a pistol pointed at him, and a wide grin on his face. Ezio didn't have time to react as the merchant squeezed the trigger, and sent a bullet faster than the speed of sound through Ezio's left foreleg. In tremendous agony, Ezio fell onto one knee, and looked up at the merchant, walking towards him, gun discarded, and the captain's rapier in hand. His pain distracted him from doing anything as the traitor put the sword tip on Ezio's heart, and whispered, "Finally, we have you, Ezio Auditore."
With that, the merchant thrust the sword through Ezio, who awoke with a shout and a jump in the tavern, flipping both his tabel, and his chair. He lay on the floor, panting, grabbing his heart, in so much shock that he didn't realise that his hood had come off. He looked around the tavern, to gaping mouths, and awe-inspired faces. There was one that stepped from the crowd out to help him: a young woman wearing a purple robe, with a tome hanging from her belt. A scholar, no less, who after examining Ezio, motioned a hand towards him.
Five other's each dressed in different colors and armors, stepped from the crowd, and helpd Ezio with his table and chair, and his hood. There was the steel-clad warrior with orange insignias painted on their breastplate, a harlequin, all dressed in pink, a white wearing taylor, a kind farmer dressed in yellow, and one of the assassin posers, who wore the same as Ezio, only cyan. He sat at the table with the six. Each had something with them to identify their personality. The scholar had the tome, the warrior had a red apple in hand, the harlequin had a small crystal orb, the taylor had a spool of purple thread, the farmer had one of their prise winning rabbits, and the other assassin had an heirloom: two golden wings making a circle.
Ezio, regaining his natural senses as the tavern reverted to noise again, asked, "Who are you six women?"
The scholar went first, introducing herself as Twilight Sparkle, the warrior Applejack, the harlequin Pinkie Pie, the taylor Rarity, the farmer Fluttershy, and the assassin Rainbow Dash.
Ezio thanked them for their help, but said he didn't need a brotherhood. He had one already. This, when joined by the six's argueing, led to the formation of the assassin oathhood. Ezio was relieved, his philosophy didn't let him down.