The young novice had misjudged his opponents’ blade and received it into his side. Through and through, the metal bite had sent him falling to the ground. Not before the novice took their own sword and carved it into their killers’ skull. Through dying eyes, the assassin watched his mentor, brothers and sisters. An unspoken farewell seemed to radiate from them as their blades quickly found their marks before they raced over. As the sun set, it decorated the field in a warm glow, wrapping its comforting light around the fallen assassin.
Ezio stood a few feet from the young novice, grasping his sword in both hands. The pain he felt with the loss of one of his own crushed his heart in waves of agony- pain that he would not show. He knew the others felt the same. “You fought bravely today… Requiescat in Pace.”
I realize I’m going to ruin what’s above me, but the picture…all that came in my head was, “NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SAAAAVEEEEEENYAAAAAAAA…”