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Shadeembic//
The pair of white-cloaked assassins whistled through the forest as quietly as humanly possibly on horseback until the clattering of hooves on cobblestone sounded as they approached the spire. A tiny village perched on the inner edge of the forest, what happened next would look quite odd to the normal citizen, but Altair and Ezio were never concerned about the citizens thoughts on the matter. Shadeem slid to a stop on the worn stone and Altair jumped from the saddle, landing on the low flat roof of one of the houses. He ran at the attached spire and ascended the wall at a run, as he started to slip down he caught a handhold and swung himself upwards with very well trained muscles. He flew up the wall with stealth and mastery until he reached the near pointed top. An iron cross sat atop the highest point and a brown eagle was perched, cocking its head at Altair. Altair Pulled himself onto the tip of the cross and as he did so the eagle swooped away. Altair balanced on the cross for a few moments to survey the land.
Ezio had his hands folded over the horn of his saddle, barely holding the reins. His hood covered the majority of his face and he just looked like a traveler stopping for a rest. Under the shadow however, he was watching for the slightest sign of movement, the smallest glimmer of metal from the treeline.
"Hello there sir, may I ask what your purpose of being here is?" An older man asked from behind and Ezios breathing slowed. A rustle of hay from behind the spire was all he needed to hear.
meanwhile, Altair steadied himself. the art of the Leap of Faith was on perfected by every assassin in the Creed. His dark brown eyes focused solely on a cart of hay far below. Suddenly, as swift as an eagle itself, he leapt, his arms spread like wings and his feet together as he glided through the air, he then curled himself in midair until he had flipped over, his timing was perfection. He landly squarely in the middle of the pile on his back.
Ezio turned slightly. "Is there a problem with my presence?" He asked cooly.
"Well, the only 'visitors' here are thieves. So I suggest you get out before the militia forces you out." M
ilitia? If only you knew how easily I could slit your throat right now. Ezio thought, straightening.
"And what thieves do you know that wear white?" He murmured and the man looked at his feet, obviously embarrassed.
"I suggest you be the one to get out of my presence now." Ezio mumbled and the man nodded, and rubbed his neck in discomfort.
Altair was next to Ezio when the man disappeared from view.
"Its not as far as we anticipated." Altair said, but Ezio picked up some frustration.
"What is it?" Ezio asked, clucking Rohan into a smooth trot, but Shadeem's pure arabian build made Rohan look like a mule in comparison.
"Its going to be a fun little reunion." Altair hissed. Ezio smiled slightly.
"Who?"
"Ragne. Elanor. Alura.
Brie." he spat the last name and Ezio almost felt pity for the ice spirit, but he knew his mission now. Returning home refreshed him of the uncleanliness of his last visit to this place, and Ezio had grown very much, in fighting and his ability to mentally defuse himself from feelings outside the creed. Sure, he had plenty of the same attitude around beautiful ladies, but once the line was drawn Ezio was a clean cut assassin, a replica of his mentor and friend.