Chapter 1 : Guard Trouble
As the female assassin walked through the darkened streets back to the guild, she came upon a patrol of guards. There was a captain of the guard surrounded by brutes. They seemed to be talking amongst themselves. The young woman hid in a box of flowers on a windowsill.
"I heard that one of the assassini killed Umberto and his patrol in the palazzo tonight," The captain announced. "And we were assigned by Ceseare to go investigate."
"That is a death wish Alvise! Are you trying to get us murdered?" A brute protested from under his golden armor.
"This is what you have been assigned to do. It is your duty. If you don't die by the blade of the assassin, then I will dispose of you myself!" Alvise spat back. "You call yourselves protectors of the Borgia? Bugiardi, you are nothing but cowards!"
As their conversation came to a close, the young woman dropped from her spot.
"Eh, idioti!" She hollered down the street. "I heard you talking about someone. Would you care to enlighten me on who it is?"
The heavily armed guards turned to face the assassin. She couldn't possibly stand a chance against five brutes and a captain of the guard. They were armed to the teeth with the most deadly weapons around.
"Il diavolo! You shall die here tonight!" the captain screamed. "You have killed three of our followers tonight and you shall kill no more! Attacco!"
The guards quickly sprung into action and circled the assassin. She stood there, practically unmoved. "Ohh how touching. You are here to avenge your fallen brothers? Well so am I!" She said putting her hand on top of her sword.
To their surprise, the women pulled a schiavona from her sheathe. She suddenly started a dance of death. She struck out at one of the brutes first. The brutes were heavily armored guards that carried around axes and longswords. The guard tried to hold his ground against this feisty female. She kept bashing against the brute's axe until finally his foot slipped. He was overcome by searing pain in his stomach. The assassin's sword had gone under the metal plates and sliced into his midsection. To end his pain, the assassin shot him through the head. His body fell to the ground with a "thud". She turned around to battle the other five men. She was struck with a vicious blow to her forearm. Blood started to leak out onto her robes. "So the great assassino isn't so invincible after all!" a brute hollered. "That's what you think you big stronzo." She retorted. One of the other brutes had slipped up and left an opening in his defense. She disposed of him easily. Two of the brutes turned to run.
"Alvise, you stand alone! I fear for my life, so maybe you should do the same!" A fleeing brute suggested. The assassin whistled and two other members of the brotherhood fell from the rooftops swiftly taking the fleeing guards' lives.
The captain stood in shock behind his only remaining protector. "Do not worry signore I shall protect you." The guard's muffled voice came from under his helmet.
He swung his axe at his heavily bleeding opponent. She jumped before it could slice off her legs. She leaped at the guard as he tried to gain control over his heavy weapon. Her hidden blade popped out of its place and was brutally forced into the guard's neck. She heard a gurgling noise and then the guard fell still.
The captain cried out, "You will not kill me assassino!'' as he reached for his blade.
The girl abandoned her schiavona and let her other hidden blade pop out. "You have TWO?" the captain questioned. "Si signore, I use it to dispose of sporcizia like you." She retorted in a venomous tone.
The captain let out a battle cry before rushing towards his opponent. The assassin sidestepped the attack and took advantage of the moment. She swiped at his chest but he dodged the attack. The assassin was growing tired and blood still flowed from her open wound. Quickly, she ran up a wall and pushed off towards the captain and met his neck with her blade. The force of the blow made him collapse onto the ground with the assassin crouching over him with her blade still in his neck. She retracted the blade and blood oozed out. "Damn-n-n-n-n you assassin-n-n-n." he cried before his eyes grew cold and his body fell limp.
The assassin rose from the ground and turned away. The girl didn't even bother to whisper "rest in peace" into the guard's ear. She gathered her schiavona and stumbled down the street. She was still bleeding and was becoming light headed. The two assassins from before were waiting for her. The assassins exchanged concerned looks before rushing over to her. "Maestra, you are losing a lot of blood. Please allow us to help you." One of the cloaked men said. "Fine, but bring me to mi padre right away." She said and with that she collapsed. "We must get her back quickly" she heard as she was lifted off the ground. Then the darkness overtook her and she felt her eyes close.