Narrowing his eyes, Ezio watched his target in the streets, carefully preparing his hidden blade for the strike. This should be quick and simple, and he was beginning to wonder why Machiavelli had even sent him on this. Either he's afraid to do it himself, or he's wasting my time. He thought.
His target moved into place, now was his time to strike. With a well planned leap, he stroked through the air with such grace as he tackled the man and let his hidden blade impale his throat, earning a harsh gag. "Requiescat in pace." He murmed as he shut the man's glazed over eyes.
"Get him!"
He had so little time to react before the flat side of a battle axe was smashed into his back, knocking him forward! He spun around to find four Borgia guard glaring at him, one brute, a couple seekers, and a standard. It should be easy. Jumping up, he slashed one seeker's throat before stabbing the second, then turning to the usual guard as he felt his blade sink through this one's ribs.
In the time he'd turned his back to the brute, the heavily armored man smashed into him with the flat of his axe once more. Finding himself facing up to the sky as the brute got ready to chop him in half! In the nick of time, he rolled out of the way before the brute could correct himself, causing the axe to get stuck in the ground.
"Is that all you've got?" Ezio taunted.
"Stronzo!" The brute hissed as he ripped the axe free and swung at Ezio once more, this time gashing the assassin's side.
Grasping the wound, he tried to the fend the guard of with one arm, but proved very ineffective as the brute grabbed him and slammed him to the wall.
"Say goodnight!" He crashed Ezio into the wall again, only this time sure to put as much force as possible to his head. The world suddenly black and escaping him.