La Volpe ran, his arms wrapped around Ezio as Leonardo was right behind him. They could probably make it. Probably. They raced through another corridor, and, no matter how much he hated to admit it, he was lost. Unfamiliar with the inner halls and chambers of the Castelo. But Ezio was.
He rushed down another hallway and found himself stop dead in his tracks. He was standing under an opening. He could easily of made the jump up to the post that stretched across but he had the younger assassin his his hold and Leonardo probably couldn't make it either. He'd have to figure out another way.
With that, he raced down the right passage and whipped into a room. There was a hole in the floor and he could see a bale of hay there. Too easy. He carefully dropped Ezio down, hoping he hadn't messed up her wound even more, and leapt down afterwards. He dragged he out and gave Leonardo space to jump, and watched him fall flat into the hay.
"Now where do we go?"
La Volpe shook his head, "I'm think of something." Then picked Ezio up before he raced down another hall and found himself staring at the inner part of the gate! He had to say, not knowing where the fuck he was going seemed to work for him. He put Ezio down and told the artist beside him, "There's two levers that open the gate I guess, you check that side and go to the other."
Leonardo nodded and raced to the small flight of stairs off to the right while Volpe took off to the left and scaled the wall. Finding himself face to face with a startled Borgia guard, which he easily disposed of before scranking the heavy lever and opening one of the gates. He returned to find Leonardo waiting, so he picked Ezio up and ran out of the gate, lucky to find a couple horses there feeding on a bale of hay.
He brought Ezio up on a black horse, and pulled himself up behind her to be sure that she wouldn't fall off, Leonardo claimed the cream colored one beside it. In no time, they were off.
"Leonardo, when we get to the other side, keep going, I'll distract them."
"But what about Ezio?"
"He-uh she needs to see a doctore!" Volpe pointed out. "Besides, I can hold them off."
Though there was a look of doubt, the inventor nodded. And they pushed past, knocking cardinals over as they went until they reached the other side, and Leonardo left. La Volpe jumped off the horse and pulled out his dagger, ready to fight.
A spearman was first to come and attempt to impale him, he dodged and countered the attack with a stab to the space between his collarbone and adams apple. Only to find himself knocked forward by another guard. He spun around and sliced his throat.
"Need some help?"
Volpe looked up as he saw Machiavelli and Bartolomeo run over, both with swords drawn and ready to fight. "Salve to you too." The thief responded.
The battle was surprisingly quick, the guards were easily beaten. Then they were off once more.
Dull haze of conscieceness hung on Ezio as she watched with heavy eyes as she was pulled from a horse and down onto a table. A beaked face looking over her. She couldn't think clearly as she fought to see farther than her blurred and crossing vision allowed. Other figures were too distorted and fuzzed to reconize.
Voices drummed in her ears too muffled by a harsh ring for her to distinguish the words.
A harsh sting pieced her shoulder and she hitched a breath, fighting off the pain. And she prayed that it'd be over.
The ringing was beinging to fade, the voices becoming clearer. She could hear one person say, "Will she be alright?"
"She?"
"But isn't..." The voice trailed off. Then another picked up.
"Dios mio."