Ezio stood in the hall, waiting for La Volpe and Leonardo to return. But even she knew it'd take a while. Yet the wait was annoying, and on top of that, she couldn't help but feel sick. Thought that was pushed to the back of her mind with the suspitions that it was nothing.
As she was pacing, she looked to the floor, her vision growing hazy and dark edging in. Her foot steps were growing unsteady, until she could hardly see and she fell to her knees and shut her eyes. Pressing her hands down to the floor in order to support her fevering body as she tried to take deep breaths. The world spinning too fast for her to keep up, and she tried to clutch at the stone floor like it was to only thing keeping her from floating away. Then the dark consumed her, all feeling gone.
La Volpe rounded the corner with a hand gripping Leonardo's wrist, dragging him back to where he had left Ezio. Then stopped dead in his tracks as he found himself staring at said person laying limply with skin pale. She had... grown. Her small and delicate body growing a bit and edged more in a masculine sort of way. But the same woman like figure remained; a little less provenent though.
"Ezio!" He gasped as he dropped to his knees beside her. She was unconsciece and beads of sweat matted down her bangs to her cheek. He didn't realize that he was holding one of her hands, it was burning, and he was beginning to wonder how possible it'd be for him to run out of this hell carrying her.
"We've got to leave, and soon!" Leonardo noted as he sat on his heels beside La Volpe.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
Both men turned to see Cesare standing there! Half naked and a gun in hand as he glared at the two. Lucrezia was standing groggily at the doorway. The Captian General chuckled and took a few steps towards them, snatching the key back from La Volpe's hand. Violet and dark eyes in a silent stare off for what seemed to them like eons when it was only a second.
That sickly grin still playing on his face, Cesare chuckled, "I definately see the resemblence now." Then aimed the gun down at Ezio's back. "And that only makes this all the more amusing." There was a loud bang as the gun was fired, Ezio's breath hitched a moment before her fists loosened and went limp.
"You bastardo!" La Volpe snapped, ready to jump on him. His self control dangling by a thread now as he was on the verge of tearing the man's face off and throwing off the top of his castle. "You'll pay for what you just did!"
Leonardo put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm him, but he tore his shoulder away and lept at Cesare! Dagger out as he aimed for the Templar's heart.
But in the nick of time, Cesare grasped La Volpe's wrists, both glaring at one another as the tables were turning. In one move, La Volpe was kiced in the stomach and turned around. Though he managed to dodge a knife to the back and punch Cesare upside the head. But Lucrezia stood motionless, eyes wide as she watched the thief and her brother fighting.
Cesare elbowed La Volpe in the ribs, and he countered with a headbutt. Both stumbled, hands to their foreheads. But Volpe then shook it off and jumped at him once more, kicking him in the chest and grabbing his arm to swing him into the wall. Cesare pulled free and shoved the thief down to the floor, a foot planted on his back and holding his forearm back while the other was rendered useless underneith Volpe's midsection.
The Captain General leaned in close, "That was not a wise move, now I'll be sure that you'll suffer for it."
La Volpe scowled as he wriggled under the younger's foot, desperate to free himself. He wasn't about to loose.
Then there was a sudden slam and an omphf! La Volpe looked to his side as Cesare fell knocked out, and sat himself up. Leonardo was standing above him holding a scroll before he replaced it in his pouch.
"Go, and forget you saw us, Signora." Leonardo told Lucrezia politely.
Lucrezia nodded slowly, casting Cesare a glance before turning down the hall and leaving, not sparing the time to help him up or even move him. With this, Leonardo helped Volpe up then moved back to Ezio.
"We have to help hi-her back to the workshop. And now!"
"Don't worry, amicos mio, we're coming." Machiavell said as he casted the Castel San'Angelo a look from where he sat on horseback. Bartolomeo beside him on a chestnut mare. His eyes looking darker in the dead of night.