Chapter 1
Amerigo's mind was everywhere there was no way out of his predicament. He held one guard by the neck off the edge of the building and his sword pointed toward three more surrounding him. This sick stalemate was to continue for an immeasurable amount of time every time a guard moved Amerigo pushed his hostage further but every time Amerigo moved a guard would step forward sword ready. He still had no idea why he threw the stone in the first place.
The awkward silence was finally broken when a guard said "Listen! This is not worth it! Throwing a stone does not deserve death so you should not kill one of us either!"
"Fuck you Borgia!" Shouted Amerigo shaking his hostage, there was silence before the guards became angry and attacked. Amerigo dropped his hostage who managed to get a grapple on the building and hauled himself back up. Swords dance around him cutting at his legs and arms; with each cut his body felt heavier. He could no longer stand his body sunk to the ground leaving him on all fours, blood running down his arm into the brickwork of the roof. "You die now bastard!" shouted a guard raising his sword. The sun was behind the guard leaving a silhouette, Amerigo looked straight at his attacker, he would not cower from death he would not be considered a coward in death. The guard didn't swing. He just held the sword in the air like time had frozen.
A second silhouette emerged from behind the guard's. The body fell to the ground next to Amerigo who continued to watch the silhouette stand staring at the other guards. The figure raised his hand into the air and made a fist. Almost instantly the other guards had crossbow bolts sticking through their chests, the figure nodded toward the sky and knelt beside Amerigo. "The liberation of Roma has begun," He said holding out his hand to Amerigo.