New Guy

*Switched to Third Person*

The roars of battle and cries of death echoed throughout the streets of Roma. Although very brief, the battle between Assassins and Borgia was violent. And terribly outnumbered.
The Auditores, Arianna and Ezio, were attempting to free the Central District from the Borgia's hands. They fought at the base of the tower, slashing and stabbing at the guards. There were at least twelve of them, maybe more. And they seemed to keep coming.
Arianna bit back a yelp as one of the guards caught her with the tip of his blade. It punctured her lower stomach, only giving a small, shallow wound. She reacted by sending her hidden blade across his throat. Blood spurted out, and she turned to her next victim. Her short sword clashed with another-
"What are you doing?" The man on the other side of the sword exclaimed. "I'm helping!"
Arianna paused, staring into the grey-blue eyes of this brave man. Her heart gasped, but then she focused and jumped away. Her father, Ezio, was nearby, overcome by what looked like ten Borgia men. Arianna dived, cutting at the men's legs. Most fell, clutching their bleeding shins, and Ezio defeated the rest.
The only guards left were those being beat by the grey-blue eyed man. Both Auditores watched with amazement as the man dug his sword into the Borgia. He moved with incredible speed and was very precise with his movements. Awestruck, Ezio dashed forward and assisted in the deaths of the remaining guards.
Finally, the last Borgia fell, blood racing down his neck. Ezio immediately started talking to the man. He turned and jerked his head upward, telling his daughter to burn down the tower. Arianna obeyed reluctantly, gazing at the handsome man that most likely just saved their lives.
She clambered up the tower, easily finding foot holes and crevices to grab. Arianna fingered the ledge of the tower's top outpost and flung herself inside. A nearby torch burned brightly in the oncoming twilight. She wrapped her fingers around the torch, and tossed it on the wooden floor. The tower caught flame almost immediately. Arianna moved to the ledge, focused on the hay bale and not the flaming heat behind her, then jumped.
The wind whipped around her, whistling as she fell through the air. Landing safely in the hay, Arianna pulled herself out. She threw back her dark blue hood and took out the stray hay from her dark hair.
"How'd I do?" She asked her father, who moved to her with the man.
"Very good, Arianna," Ezio replied proudly, looking up at the dancing flames. "But, of course, you've learned from the best."
Arianna snorted, putting her fists on her hips. She smiled warmly at the man, who returned the gesture.
"And who is this magnificent fighter?" She questioned.
"All will be told at the hideout. We best get going." answered her father.
Once back at the Tiber Island hideout of the Assassins, Ezio brought Arianna and the, name still unknown to her, man into a separate room.
"Arianna, this is Vazzeti, Frederico ." Ezio explained as he closed the door.
"Pleased to meet you..." She paused, glancing at her father, who nodded. "Auditore, Arianna." She finished, shaking his hand.
"Pleasure is-" Frederico cut himself off, kneeling down abruptly and staring at her wound.
"Oh, yes, I forgot about that." She murmured a bit awkwardly. "It's nothing, don't-"
"Where is your dottore?" Frederico asked of Ezio, ignoring Arianna.
Ezio returned with the doctor, and Arianna soon had a bandage wrapped around her lower torso, just above her hips. All her weapons were removed, and she only wore a light puffy shirt of her father's and her grey pants.
Frederico sat next to her, now on the roof of the hideout. She glanced at him, putting her arms around herself.
"Thank you," Arianna whispered. "The doctor said it was worse than I thought..."
"It's nothing, really." He assured. "We Assassins, we look out for each other."
"So, you're going to join us, huh?"
"Yes, as soon as my training is done." Frederico smiled at her. "But I don't really have a choice at this point, do I?"
Arianna laughed and shook her head.
"I can't wait." She told him.
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