On the walk, it was pretty quiet. Nothing truely happened to them. At least it seemed like that at the beginning.
They were rounding the corner when Ezio had noticed that a group of guards were following them. She discretely notified La Volpe of this and he lead her to the side of the road, waiting with hopes that the guards would continue on. They did.
As soon as they were both sure that no one would bug them, fate just seemed to screw them both over and prove them wrong. And it was thanks to a freaking musician! He stalked them for the past ten minutes, then Volpe lost it and punched him square in the face, the musician panicked and told the guards.
So where were they now? Ezio with pinned up by a guard to the wall, possibly going to be raped. La Volpe had two guards on him and a knife at his throat.
To explain, the guards seemed to take the musician seriously and went after them. Which what do you do when you have armed men chasing you and screaming at you to stop? Run like hell of coarse! Well, when you're wearing a dress and trip on the skirt, you're pretty much doomed. It took a crossbow men and two swifter guards to tackle La Volpe over, the other just picked Ezio up off the ground.
"Leave her alone!" Volpe growled at the guard who was playing with the collor of the dress, eyes more focused on her clevage than anything.
One of the brutes holding him punched him in the stomach. Though he toughed that out visibly.
One of the guard's questioend, "What? You like her or something? She your girlfriend?"
La Volpe was quick to disagree, "No! Of course not!"
"I don't think that's true." The guard claimed. Dispite Ezio's NO-not-in-a-million-trillion-freaking-years look of utter horror. "Why not you have some fun."
The guard on Ezio let go, but was quick to stab into the sleeves with throwing knifes, pinning her to the wall. The brute shoved La Volpe at him, practically smuthering them together! Both wide eyed with shock as La Volpe's wrists were also pinned to the wall. Leaving them with Ezio back against the wall with La Volpe pressed up against her. They laughed before leaving.
"How do we get out of these?" Ezio asked and she pushed into the wall to avoid La Volpe's face. Honestly, their faces were only an inch apart, and craning their necks away was painful. La Volpe then seemed to get an idea.
"Alright, maybe I can push off the wall, maybe you could try and push me off with your feet or something."
Although that seemed rather ridiculus, what other option did they have other than yelling themselves to insanity? She nodded, and Volpe planted his feet onto the wall and tried to kick off, Ezio then helped with a kick to what she believed to be his stomach, though that was restrained to avoid hurting him. Regardless, the added stength was enough to cause Volpe to detatch and fall backwards! Sitting on the cobblestone a moment as he briskly rubed his lower back, which he landed unforgivingly on.
When Volpe got up, he removed the throwing knifes, one of them making Ezio whince as she felt a sharp splice. La Volpe noticed, "Are you alright?"
Ezio had already started pulling her sleeve up in inspect the stinging area. There, she found the back of her forearm bleeding, the cut seemed moderately deep. She was quick to slap an arm on to stop the blood from escaping, seeing as she already had a trail of the liquid running down her wrist and dripping from her fingers, producing a few crimson drops on the ground.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, Volpe, really. Don't worry about it." Ezio assured strongly, then started walking again. She was stopped again by her shoulder being held by the thief as he reasoned.
"No, at least let me take you to a doctor so that can be seen to."
There was no convincing him otherwise. Like her, the older was stubborn as a mule and never changed his desissions or went out on his word. Hell, he had threatened to kill Machiavelli already, and he almost did. It took discovering the real traitor, who was no more than a thief working for the Vatican, and taking the letter he was going to deliver. After the insodent, he had promised to avoid telling Machiavelii on the almost attempt on his life.
Ezio once again disagreed to the offer, "I'm fine. I'll wrap it up and clean it when we get back."
Dispite this, the master thief wasn't convinced, "I insist."
Okay, a word of the wise-ish-, when you hear those words, especially if they're every bit as thick skulled, overly and easily motivated, you know there's no telling them otherwise. Therefore was stuck with accepting his offer. "Fine. But we get straight back to Leonardo's afterwards."
"You have my word."