Hello guys (: welcome to our story! At the beginning I want to say that my english isn't the yellow from the egg (I hope you guys understand this joke cO).
I translate the story to improve my english and I look forward to criticism and language assistance. So do not hesitate to correct me :D I hope you like the story (:
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He was on the run. The assassination was indeed been successful, but not successful enough. Now the soldiers AND the guards were after him, not to mention the archers on the roofs. He damned his mistake and killed two archers with throwing knifes. „Stop him! Stop the Assassin!" „Damn it!" He cussed as a Soldier landed in front of him. The white-robed jumps right, swung himself with the help of a bar on a pedestal, climbed the next roof and ran on.
The guards, however, weren't shake off that simple. The sun beat merciless down on him, and the cut on his left arm, though not deep, burned like hell, because the sweat just flowed from his body.
How could he overlooked the soldier? Such a thing had never happened to him, or rather a long time not. He'd behave more like a fucking novice, than a master assassin.
That's why the guard could sound the alarm, and therefore this dog of slave trader nearly escaped. After a resolute intervention from him the trader had died, leaving him a souvenir. The cut of his sword. No time to annoy, I should disappear quickly!, thought the Assassin and sprinted through a courtyard. He bumped into a man and tried hiding in the crowd, but then an arrow flew so close to him that he felt the breeze.
Altair sprinted out of sight of the shooter and climbed quickly on a building. The white-robed gasped and felt, slowly but steadily, his muscles protesting. Only a few soldiers wer on his heels, but as long as even one shooter was among them, it was too dangerous to turn around and fight. The soldiers shouted like there was no tomorrow, especially when his last throwing knife found a target. With a mischievous grin, he quit the dull sound of the falling body.
His keen eyes espied several yards in front of him the end of the roof. As an assassin he would even survive a jump from a height relatively unharmed, unlike the inexperienced soldiers in their heavy armor. The feeling of near triumph filled him, he sped even more to jump as far as possible, as the sun suddenly dazzled him. He raised his arm to ward off its radiation and suddenly ran into something hard.
The force of the impact squeezed the air out of his lungs and hurled him back rudely. Hard he hit on rocky ground. He was dizzy, he could hardly see, but jumped up to see what had happened. In front of him a strangely dressed man lay on the ground. He immediately took out his sword. "Watch where you run, Templar!" he hissed hostile and prepared himself for battle, ignoring his tense muscle and the cut on his arm. No one would stop the big Altair, the master assassin, and when he tried, it would have been the last attempt, there the assassin was sure.
He stood on the Ponte di Rialto and looked down at the canal. The sun touched the horizon. Slowly he twisted away and walked towards his duties.
Today, another Templar would die, he was sure.
He chose the way over the roofs and climbed up the nearest wall. When he wanted to bring Leonardo the Codex pages previously, he had to hurry up and take the northern path.
He jumped from one roof to the next, trying to steer well clear of the shooter. Leonardo seemed to be happy to get a little variety, but was a little kinked as Ezio told him that he had to go directly. Leonardo finally let him go and he set out on his way to San Marco Square. He stood on the roof of one of the Magistrates and looked out onto the square.
Antonios people had done a good job, the details were so precise that Ezio was able to capture its target directly. With a glance down, he spied a haystack and jumped. He waited a moment and then climbed out of the bunch.
He didn't have to search long to rediscover the victim. He mingled with the people and approached his target. When he was close enough, he jumped out of a small group of Venetians, flexed his muscles, making his blade export and sent the man to his Creator.
With his usual phrase, he closed his victim's eyes and fled from the place. However, the action hasn't gone unnoticed and Ezio had to hurry. When he had climbed a wall, he dared to turn around shortly. Meanwhile, about two dozen guards were after him. But their heavy armor, made it easier for him to flee. On the roofs, he was more trained as they. On a projection he jumped onto the street and sat down between two women on a bench.
He saw three guards, who had followed him across the rooftops, confused looking for him. From left came three other guards, including a captain.
"What are you doing up there? Find that bastardo" The guards on the roof just nodded and looked for a way down. The captain ran on with his two partners. As Ezio ventured into safety, he stood up and made his way to Leonardo. He strolled through the streets, looking for wanted posters. Front of him appeared a small group of guards.
But they didn't seem to be on the lookout. He tried to be as unobtrusive as possible to go past them, unfortunately he was too close, so that one of the men, regrettably the captain, realized. "Assassino," he exclaimed with a finger on him. Ezio rolled his eyes and started to run, he should have taken the courtesans. He wanted to turn right, as him something dazzle. Ezio raised his hands protectively in front of his face, but didn't stop running.
He ran and ran until he suddenly struck something hard. The impact was so strong that he found himself on the floor. He opened his eyes and saw a strangely dressed man before him, threatened him with a sword. When the man hissed him anything contrary to, Ezio was even more confused. "I don't understand a word of what you say, but I will not be threatened by a stranger." To underline his words, he also drew his sword from its sheath.