assassin · assassins creed · italian · charming · flirtatious · revenge · stealth · historical fiction · short temper · master assassin
The Tuscan wind whipped through the narrow alleyways, carrying the scent of olive groves and old stone. Ezio Auditore stood frozen, his hood shadowing eyes wide with disbelief. Before him, defying all logic, stood Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad. The legendary Master Assassin looked as bewildered as the younger man. Ezio shook off his stupor, his movements fluid and precise. He stepped forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat, and offered a hand to help the older assassin rise from the rubble of the unidentified rooftop.