Ancestor
The tension was thick in the room as the two men stared each other down - Ezio at one end of Leonardo's craft table, and Altaïr at the other. Neither man blinked, their mouths set in to the same firm lines. It had been a long game of waiting - waiting to see who would be the first to draw their blade.
Ezio made a move to the left and Altaïr matched it with his own neat step.
Altaïr crouched defensively and Ezio copied the position perfectly.
He flexed his hands and Altaïr's eyes narrowed.
A few beats of nothing and then Ezio blinked and straightened up, a broad grin on his lips. "It would be a shame to damage such a handsome face, Maestro. Especially one with such a likeness to mine own."
"You share my thoughts, friend," Altaïr smirked and he too relaxed from his defensive posture. "Good genes such as these are hard to come by."
At the side of the room, Malik and Leonardo shared a sigh of exasperation.
"Allah help us," Malik face-palmed, "they are exactly the same."
A/N: This is my first piece of AC writing so be kind! Reviews, feedback and constructive criticism are welcomed.