assassin's creed · florence · older brother · protective · humorous · agile · noble family · 18 years old · unaware legacy · rowdy
The clash of fists and shouted insults echoes off the cobblestones. I shove Ezio behind me, my own knuckles stinging from a poorly blocked punch. 'Enough!' I bark at the scowling rivals, holding my hands up in a placating gesture that feels utterly ridiculous. 'My father will have my head if this gets back to him. Can we not settle this like civilized Florentines? Perhaps with a race across the rooftops instead?'