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Caught -updated-Caught -updated- by FeralSeraph
Rain had been falling for hours now. It was a cold, soaking rain that penetrated right through to the bone.
A rain that sent several foreboding shivers through Ezio's body.
A deafening clap of thunder followed a flash of lightning, lighting up the darkened sky and betraying Ezio's position for a split second.
He had just recently taken another life, one that had been closely connected to the cold-blooded murder of his father, Giovanni Auditore, and now a group
of well armed guards were chasing after him. Just by their persistance alone he could tell they had been better trained for hunting an assassin, and were not going to give up after losing sight of their prey.
But Ezio was not to be underestimated. He had not only disposed of several nobles that had a hand in the death of his father, but evaded or killed off any guard that had suspected or seen him. Ezio also had a hidden blade strapped to the underside of each wrist, ready to spring out and deliver a death blow to anyone who dare
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