Upon entering, Ravenna was hit with a worried feeling, was her brother okay? She was relieved to see him, he was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room. At least until he noticed her. He got up and came towards her, and before she knew it, he was right in front of her. His intense stare made her feel microscopic.
"Ravenna."
"Dragone."
She tried to challange him more this time, feeling like she was actually able to take him on this time. When she expects him to strangle her on leaving and not saying where she was going, she is next to squeezed to death in one of his tight hugs. Like he thought she would vanish if he didn't hold her tight enough. "Don't ever dissapear like that again." He growled, but she could sense the relief he felt.
When he let her go, he asked, "How did you survive?"
"I taught myself how to fight with one eye." She answered, though she couldn't say it was all herself, she had a little (a lot) of help from an old friend.
"Really." Dragone seemed very unconvinced.
"Really." She responded, hands on her hips as she stared up at him. Honestly, when did he get so tall? Or better yet, when did she get so short? It was like in one of those fights, she was smacked down on the shoulders, and now she lost a head's worth of her height! (Not really, but it seemed like that!)
Then next thing she knew, she was shoved backwards, Dragone had a sword out and was coming at her! As quickly as she could, she unshealthed her dagger, though fumbled as it was stuck for a few more extra seconds than needed! With a stroke of luck, she defected his blade, the clash of metal drawing the attention of two other recruits in the room. With a strength Ravenna was unaware her brother had, he knocked her back and swung, just missing her torso by centimeters! She was caught of guard and stumbled backwards, Dragone took the opening as she tried to find her balance and kicked an ankle out from under her.
She fell to the floor with a thud and her dagger clattered to her side, Dragone's sword was pointed right in her face, making her keep her head back. Then she saw a smile draw across his face and withdrew the sword and shealthed it. She only blinked. What just happened? Apparently she didn't prove much.
"Sloppy. Very sloppy." Dragone finally said as he held a hand out to her. She took it and allowed him to pull her up as she reclaimed her dagger.
Ezio, who had observed the entire fight without interviening (which would make anyone else wonder what the hell he wasn't saying that he knew), noted. "You have much to learn."
"How could that attract attention from the guards?" Machiavelli questioned. Then seemed to slightly realize his own unintentional insult and added to her, "No offence."
She shrugged. "I assaulted them at night, when they would need a lanturn and I could easily kill the guard holding one and get rid of the rest."
"A useful stratigy, prohaps, but it is useless in plain daylight and when the enemy can see you." The writer responded.
Ravenna didn't bother argueing over the matter. It would just get her into trouble. "I can learn though."
"Yes, you could. And you will have to be sure that you listen well. There is much you will have to catch up on." He told her before walking away. Ravenna looked to Dragone and he shrugged. As if not even he understood the man sometimes.
"Go upstairs, I must talk with your brother." Ezio told her.
"Alright."
She walked upstairs, but she didn't miss that unforgetable look of confusion, and slight fear. She just rolled her eyes and went upstairs and got herself lost. In a hallway. I know it's sad.
So here she is trying to find where ever it was she needed to go and opened a door at random. She was caught of guard with a startled "What the hell?" and closed the door before ducking into the room across the hall.
Believe me, there isn't a word to discribe the look on her face when she turned and was face to... chest... with some half dressed man. All she could think was, Shit! How tall is this guy? I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!
Before she could stammer an explaination, the person asked, "Who the hell are you?"
She blushed deep scarlet and begun to reach for the knob, "I- I am sorry. I just... wrong room!" Then she felt his hand grasp her wrist and pull away from the doorknob. She was terrified. If fear was a smell, and it probably is, then she reaked of it.
"You are not going anywhere just yet." He bellowed.
As she waited for possible outcomes X, Y, or Z (see the writers comment below) she looked down and tried to pull her forearm away. But it was no use, he was big, and had muscle.
"Since when did il Mentore start recruiting cyclopes?" He asked.
"And when did he recruit a beast?" She retorted, though the insult was lost with the anxiety leaking into her tone and her flinching away.
As soon as she was sure he would brutilize her, he opened the door from behind them and she stumbled through the doorway. Now able to see his face with the distance. He was bald and rather well built, unlike her wirey brother, he was muscle bound. He laughed as she realized her cheeks were still pink and they darkened. "Sorry if I scared you there, child."
"I'm not a child!" She argued, though it was in vein because her voice still trembled.
"You're not? You're about as small as one." He noted with a grin.
"Everyone must seem like children to you then!" She responded. "You're probably able to tear the guards in half with your hands!"
This man, he still grined, in a taughting sort of way, but then he laughed. A deep sort of laugh that made her feel even smaller. "So why did you walk into my room?"
"I- I-!" In truth, she wasn't about to say she was lost. That was like admitting that you're an idiot! And she wasn't lost! She just... didn't know where she was... Okay she was lost.
"If you are looking for where the other womanly recruits go, it is just down the hall." He told her.
"Thanks... um..."
"Rinaldo." He finished. "My name is Rinaldo."
X- Brutilized
Y- Murdered
Z- Raped
