A/N: Freaking outtt over this gameeeee
Because Aveline is the HBIC and Connor is a BAMF, except we know Connor's pretty tough because, you know, Altair/Ezio/Desmond, so I just decided to reinforce Aveline's tenacity here.
Try to listen to 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons while reading this. If you recognize it, well, you should; it played in AC3's newest trailer.
I do not own Assassin's Creed.
This is what Aveline likes.
Her heart thuds loudly, a joyful samba in her ears. The echo of distant gunfire sounds against the darkened sky, and a shiver of adrenaline bursts through her as she leaps up, lynx-like, to seize a branch. She hoists herself up and spins, flies off the branch, and quickly seizes onto the next. Her would-be assailants thud around in the muddy forest, confused and cold.
She slump against the tree-trunk and calms her breath, chest heaving with the shallowest of movements, and she slowly lets herself drop into the eagle sate. As she does this, her mind wanders.
This is where she belongs. Not prettied up in an emerald dress, waiting for her target to grow so dimed form alcohol that he surrenders to her not-so-subtle coquetry, and presents his jugular to her like a slave. Not veiled in the rags of a slave, carrying baskets of pristine laundry that conceal poison and bloodied clothes, her faded turquoise shawl shielding documents that any sane man, native or foreign, would kill to see. She belongs out in the wild, drinking water from her hat, trailing the wolves to find food, wading through the murk of the bayou while the insects drone a dirge.
As the men pass underneath her, carelessly crushing twigs and kicking stones, she exhales-
lets herself fall-
and pierces two thugs' necks from behind with her blades.
Before the other three react, she whips around in a hurricane of death, blades extended, and cuts the throat of another. The others back away, thoroughly confused, as she springs forwards with her claws out, and aims for the man's heart. He blocks clumsily, but sputters blood into her face as her blade pierces his chin and protrudes into his mouth, the other buried in his stomach. As the man wheezes his dying breath and she withdraws her blades form his chin and belly the other kicks her from behind, but her legs shoots out and catches him in the groin. He staggers away, and Aveline, not deigning to tarnish her blade on him, shatter his nose with her fist, cracks his skull against the tree, and throws him onto the ground to beak his neck with her boot.
The five men lying around her like a forest of the trees they fell, she lets out a raspy chuckle, and shoots back into the tree-tops to flee, blood dripping down her arm as the birds whistle good morning to the world.
Aveline de Grandpré is an Assassin, and killing is what she was born for.
YAYZ BLOODZ.
Do not feed the animals; instead, feed me with reviews!~Gryfo