It took a while to drag Bartolomeo back to the workshop, but when they did, Leonardo just stared in shock when he saw him.
"So how do we deal with him? He'll eat us if we let him go." Machiavelli asked.
La Volpe smirked. "We could always tie him up to a chair."
Everyone looked to one another, seeming to agree on the idea. Leonardo left and returned with a wooden chair. "Are you sure we should?"
Ezio pointed out, "He would've killed us, I don't think it'd be wise to let him walk around."
Leonardo yawned as he pulled out of the covers, it was early morning. He walked over to his wardrobe at once, and found himself having a harder time reaching the top draw. But he did with a stool, then came to the conclusion that he was still shrinking. He sighed and fiddled with the oversized clothes, then settled on trying to make himself something or pinning his clothes. If only he could shrink them.
After taking his under clothes pinning them, he figured that if he got fully dressed it'd be the same effect as having a little kid wearing ultra puffy winter gear. He wouldn't be able to move. So he settled with what he had, consitering it covered him, and he wasn't planning on going anywhere.
He had to fully extend himself in order to reach the door knob and he walked out, where he was greeted by Ezio staring as she finished tying a still hair bound Bartolomeo to a chair. "You're getting shorter, amico mio!"
Leonardo nodded, "Did you get the arrow out of his shoulder?"
Ezio nodded, "Yeah, the wound wasn't bad either, it barely entered the skin."
Headache.
Dispite the pain, he dared to open his eyes to look around, discovering that he was tied to a chair and in Leonardo's workshop. "W-what's going on?" And then he tried to think of what happened, nothing came to mind. Only blood and... a net?
La Volpe, who was looking out a window, turned to face him. "It's good to see you looking like your old self again."
This made him raise an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
The thief now seemed a bit thrown by his confusion. He took a step closer, "You don't remember what happened?"
Bartolomeo shook his head.
"I'll leave it at you turning into a beast, eating a guard, and I had to help Ezio and Machiavelli catch you." La Volpe answered in the bluntest of manors.
The mercenary stared wide eyed. "Anything else?" He'd probably regrete asking.
"Well you did smack Machiavelli off the building, and you almost ate Ezio." The thief answered.
"WHAT?" Now questions were popping up left and right, and he wasn't sure how many he could ask. Only one seem the most important. "Is Machiavelli okay?"
Volpe shrugged, "You got him to fly. And he was the one who dropped the net on you while you tried to run off. He's alright."
Finally Bartolomeo asked, "Can you untie me?"
"Nope." Then he turned and walked out of the room. Leaving the still confused mercenary sitting there as he fought against his bonds with no avail.
And now I leave you all here with the shortest chapter ever! Nah don't worry, next chapter will be better.