A/N: I'm not dead… I've been kidnapped from the computer by school. ^^' So this one happened to aceofspades27. And I'll admit, I feel this isn't as good as it could be (written-wise), because I've gotten out of the swing of things. And I had just a little bit of down time anyway. But thanks for sharing, Ace, and thanks for reading everyone!
Broom of Doom
"Gotta get away…" Ezio muttered to himself, looking behind. It looked as if he had lost the guards. He nearly jolted out of his skin when he crashed. Rubbing his head, he stood up and looked around. A broom skidded to a stop next to the assassin.
The owner of a broom, a peasant cleaning outside his shop, twitched and lay still.
"Shit…" The assassin muttered. The array of broken wood surrounded the dead body, alerting the assassin as to how the man was killed. He walked up to the body and attempted to pick him up, but stopped, looked at the broom curiously, and picked up the broom.
"There he is! Get that stronzo!" The guards previously chasing the assassin rounded the corner.
"Merda!" He looked at the broom, then swung it. It crashed with an agile guard, knocking him over. "Holy shit!" Ezio gasped. "I didn't know a broom was that strong.." He smirked, and proceeded to attack the guards. Blood spilt as the broom met each of the guards bodies and heads, knocking each one out after a few blows.
The assassin looked at the carnage of the seven guards around him, and the blood on the broom. He tossed it down, picked up each dead man and tossed them into the nearby hay bale, having a new found respect for brooms.
"They're good for cleaning up and killing…"