Tekodor

 Chill night air rasped across the rooftops of Florence. The moon shone bright overhead, bathing the streets and houses far below in a soft, silvery glow. Sprinklings of stars dotted the dark sky, occasionally obscured by lone, drifting clouds. The twisting, narrow streets were deserted save for a few half-drunk guards and small groups of thugs that flitted from shadow to shadow, always just under the gauntlet of the law. A pair of supple leather boots skidded to a halt atop one of the rooftops, sending a tiny dusting of debris spilling over the edge of the roof. A short cloak, thrown casually over one broad shoulder, rustled gently in the

Never before had the Assassin considered failure and the consequences that would come with it when he'd entered the church. Ezio stared down at Rodrigo Borgia, dark eyes cold and calculating. Finally, he would repay Borgia a hundredfold for all he'd done, for all the lives he had taken. This was it; this was the end. Like some great mountain cat, Ezio pounced from the scaffolding, muscles taut, ready for what would be the final kill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Intense pain blinded Ezio, sudden and sharp as Borgia's dagger slid home deep in his right side. For a single moment, the Auditore's mind went blank, only able to focus on the mind-numbing agony th