Of all things, it would be the weather.

[Alessia Jiron[Inactive]]

Alessia sat on her bed as she finally stopped the bleeding in her shoulder but it didn’t seem as it was enough. She was trapped with no way out and nothing she could to do escape. She was sure guards were at all the doors and such. It didn’t take a genius to know what was happening, they were planning on killing her soon if they didn’t get her stolen item. It also meant that it was important to them if they were scrambling to get information from her. She knew that things could go for the worse as she could hear footsteps from just outside the door as it was muffled though and she couldn’t tell where it was coming from. The door creaked open and the same man as before walked in. This Templar was persistent on getting information from her and she didn’t have that information he wanted or needed. She stood up quickly and kept her distant as a smirk appeared on the man’s face. She rolled her eyes figuring this would be hopefully better than her last encounter with him. Her body was in a lot of pain and she knew she couldn’t fight too much without passing out. As the Templar walked towards her she moved back knowing there was only so much room she could deal with. Alessia watched her surroundings seeing no guards around yet. The man lunged towards her with his sword as it seemed he was trying to kill her. they most have found the book. She moved out of his way kicking to where he would hit the wall. She sighed a little taking this as her chance to run out of the room. She didn’t know where she was going or cared. The assassin ran quickly before hearing shouting behind her. She turned down a random hallway feeling her wound start to leak a little. She could hear the guards coming for her and she kept running until she couldn’t any more. It reached the point where she was panting and collapsed to the floor and fainted. She couldn’t tell what was happening even though she could feel her body being dragged. The blood dripped from her shoulder onto the floor where back to where she was going. Alessia was thrown back on to her bed where she laid trying to make sure she stayed alive a bit longer.

[Diego Liberatore]

Hot rage burned in his heart and ignited up into his eyes as Nicola approached him. As his fists clenched, so did Diego's. This stupid boy was going to pick a fight now? The assassin had brought his face so close to his it took all he had to keep from spiting in it or ramming his forehead into his. "Hey!" Diego barked at him, demanded respect. They didn't have to agree on everything, but if he could respect the assassins, then they should at least have shown some respect to him. Rahmil did. She didn't trust him, but at least she respected him. Even among enemies, there had to be some element of respect. That was why they said 'requiascat in pace' when they killed. The same respect was what Diego demanded now in life. He was a man, not a dog, and he hadn't led them here through fear of them or obedience. He legitimately wanted to help, or else he would have taken them astray. "I want to save that girl in there just as badly as you do. Don't forget I'm the one who brought you here, and if it wasn't for me you'd still be chasing your tails back at that pub, not knowing what to do or where to go!" He hissed, his voice dropping to an even lower, more dangerous tone. "And you should be careful who you make your threats to, or we'll see just who will be hurting who." He poked him in the chest daringly, "I have five years on you in the creed, and eighteen plus in the order. I have my reasons for everything I do and actions to protect those I care about, same as you. So back the fu-"

Boys.

Diego grimaced, swallowing the rest of his venomous sentence and taking a step back from Nicola. Fine. Rahmil was right, they had more important things to take care of now. He flicked his eyes between the two of them, not wanting to give Nicola any chances in case he didn't agree, and thought they were about to formulate their next move. But apparently Rahmil did that for them as she ditched her baggage and clambered up to the rooftops. On any other day he would have taken a moment to observe her ... acrobatics, but as she had reminded them, they were in a hurry. Diego scrambled up the wall after her, reminded by his ease of motion of the lack of armor he wore. His leather breast plate was far better for climbing, but in this moment he wished he had more metal. The only other piece he had was his vambraces, and he felt exceptionally vulnerable. But nothing could be done about that, now, and he looked up at the tower. Now on the main roof, the next step would be to scale that awful thing. Deciding it would be his turn to go first, he ran and jumped, pulling himself up along old rusty bars and holes created by fallen bricks. He was careful around the windows, but didn't have to wonder for long which one was concealing their rescue target. If he knew his people, he knew where she would be. All the way at the damn top.

[Nicola Rangé]

Nicola clenched his fists even tighter as to prevent him from lashing out at the man, holding a threatening scowl on his face. So what if he led them here? How could he know it wasn't a trap? And even if it wasn't, he knew why he was so willing to help them: just to gain their trust to turn their guard down. While Rahmil almost seemed to trust him, Nicola refused to become a victim of his plot.

He followed Rahmil's lead, falling just a little behind Antonnio. He leapt for the wall, getting a firm hold of the old, decaying bricks that had fallen out of place ages before. But he was caught by surprise when one of the bricks he held on to actually slipped out of its shelf and fell to the ground below, leaving the young Assassin hanging by one hand. Cursing under his breath softly, Nicola recovered his hand and began the climb once again.

As he looked up at Antonnio, who seemed to be making good pace, he couldn't help but fantasize about cutting the man down, or putting a well-placed shot into his skull. Patience, he reminded himself, You'll get your chance. He smirked under his hood.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Finally, the two were scaling after her.
Finally.
She turned her body on the small bar to look at Diego. He would know best on where this Alessia was.
Unless this was just a trap.
If it was all just one big demented game to him.
She blinked, blocking any betraying facial expression from crawling its way to her face.
Saving a life was worth the risk.

She took in a deep breath and glanced above her. From her point of view, it looked like it would be an easy, yet long, climb to the top.
Well it would be best to start now.
Rahmil took one last glance at the men below her, and jumped up to begin her scaling once again.

She might be 'scrawny' in battle. But up here?
She was a connoisseur.

[Alessia Jiron[Inactive]]

Blur to the eyes and voices talking in the background none that were familiar to her not even the guards who she listened to where there. Alessia rubbed her eyes seeing new bandages on her shoulder and a few men standing there looking at her. They were guards as they wore typical guard clothing but they seemed to help her out a bit. “We have your book girl, and you’re going to tell us what you want with it.” One guard spoke as he held up the book. Alessia let out a sigh figuring that it was endless with them and she sat up leaning against the head board. She simply shook her head not telling him what it was. It belonged to her family a history of the Jiron Assassins. Well not a long history just some things she wanted to clear up and gave her a key to a little place she loved to go. The man pushed against her into the head board and she screamed loud as it bellowed through the church. The pain that rushed through her body right on the wound that was still fresh. She didn’t like how she was being treated but she knew it was better than death. “So you’re not going to tell then we will stay here until we get an answer from you. Even if it could take all day guards will be in and out of here just to get answers” The guard spoke now letting her go as she fell forward and held her chest. She reached out and slapped him hard across the face knowing that was going to be a repercussion. He grabbed her hand and she almost growled a little at him. “Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!” She yelled grabbing her hand back. This assassin looked delicate and all but she was tough as nails.

[Diego Liberatore]

The scream startled him, sent a chill through his already icy bones and nearly made him lose his grip as his fingers went slightly numb. But behind that icy needle, adrenaline threaded through his bloodstream. He pulled himself higher, faster, trying to find a safe path upwards. At least it had confirmed his suspicions - she was indeed in the highest part of the church.

When he got to the window, Diego clung to the ledge, waiting for the right moment. He could hear voices inside, none of which he recognized. Until a panicked female plea broke the solid grumbling of the guards. There was something familiar. He dared to peek. He had met her before. He may have forgotten her name, but he surely didn't forget her face or her accent. It was the woman for whom he had recast that old sword. Her shrieking racked his heart, flung sensibility out of the window and drew Diego in through it, hidden blade drawn briefly, only to be hidden once more in the fleshy throat of the man below him.

[Nicola Rangé]

Nicola completely froze in place at the sound of the shriek, completely stunned for a brief moment. But as soon as his mind processed the urgency of the situation, he knew he had to hurry his pace. Quickly, he closed the remaining distance between him and the window and dove through the frame moments after Antonnio. He only arrived soon enough to catch an unexpected glimpse of the Templar plunging his blade into one of his own. He scoffed quietly to himself. So much loyalty in this one... he thought distastefully. Even if he was their enemy, it still sickened him to see him betray his own alliance so easily. Whose side are you on?

[Rahmil Binachi]

The shriek slowly drug its nails down the side of a dark green chalk board. Freezing Rahmil into nothing but a useless piece of matter.
Goose bumps riled up and down her arms while the wet hair on the back of her neck stood straight on end.
It shot terror though her, and by the time she had reached the window sill, Diego and Nicola were already through and stained with red.
She was about to jump through after them, but stopped herself.
Come on Rahmil, think.
She hung by her wet gloves out of site from the action while she raked through her brain, thinking.
She looked around, her eyes scanning every inch of the outside wall, and what was visible of the inside.
She gathered her feet beneath her to a more stable- comfortable position, and waited.
Her time would come, she was sure of it.

[Diego Liberatore]

Blood spurted onto his clothing and dripped onto his shoes as the dead man fell to the ground. It pooled at his feet and ran down the cracks in the floor boards like a channel, fleeing from the man who had spilled it. Diego's stomach lurched and his eyes shot up, flicked first from the woman and then to Nicola, who had landed beside him. "Guards are paid." he snapped when he saw his face. "Bought off for brawn and protection. They're of no use to you." Just in case Nicola was thinking of being chivalrous and taking prisoners or seeking information. Diego wanted information too, though, and he scanned the room for the ring leader, who at the moment was no where in sight. It wasn't like the Templars to kidnap people like this. Not people like Alessia. What value was she to the Order? Sure, they got rid of some people if they were a threat in some way or if they were standing in the way of progress. But this woman? How much harm could she bring? Left out of the loop, Diego could only wonder. "You'll be safe, Donna." he reassured her, but there was little time for conversation. Guards began to run into the room, their heavy foot steps echoing in the decaying church walls. Slowly closing in, they positioned themselves to fight. For a moment he glanced up at the window. It was going to take a little more than himself and Nicola to handle this...

[Nicola Rangé]

Nicola rolled his eyes at Antonnio's comment, and opened his mouth slightly, about to reply with a snarky remark. He stopped himself, however, when he caught a glimpse of the so-called prisoner. Was this really the woman whom he had met no more than a couple weeks ago?

"Ciao, Amica." He shot her a quick grin, which soon disappeared at the sound of clanging armor that grew louder every moment. Taking no second thoughts, Nicola dove under the cover of the bed, removing his crossbow from his back and loading it all in one swift motion. "Get down!" he ordered her. He then proceeded to pop up over the bed, resting his elbow on the mattress to steady his aim, and shot off his first bolt. The bolt whistled through the air for a split second, quickly interrupted by the chest plate of the first man to enter the doorway. At its impact, an audible crunch could be heard as the projectile easily punched through his armor like a blade through parchment. The man clenched his chest in pain, though his suffering soon ended as he collapsed and gave his final breath.

But by the time he had hit the ground, Nicola already had another bolt loaded up and ready, searching for his next target.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Her
arms
were
screaming.
The weight of her body pulling down on mainly the muscles of her arm for such a long period of time was just about enough to make anyone go mad.
Not to mention the strand of wet hair that stuck its self to her eyelashes.
However there was a moment of stilled calm in the room, and she was about to pull herself in. Then the slamming of a door opening jarred her bones, and the twang of an arrow stung her ear drums.
Well it was now or never.
With every ounce of her arm-strength left, she propelled herself through the window. Hooking her feet under her and shoving off.

There were only a few blurred seconds for her to take in what she was actually throwing -literally- herself into.
And that would happen to be an open door filling with soldiers. Staring at her with disbelief.
Well the form of surprise
would be on her side.
She let out a very short- high pitched yell. Causing the man in front of her to jump at the noise, and soften her fall.
Also just to let her move that stupid wet strand out of her face.
She stood up, pulling her two daggers from their comfy homes and shoved them into any spare flesh she could see-
as fast as she could.
She wasn't aiming for kill shots,
only seriously painful places.
Like the eyes for example.

You cant fight what you cant see, right?

[Alessia Jiron[Inactive]]

Alessia watched as the Templar disappeared out of the room. It was a little sigh of relief as he left her. The pain however was immense throbbing through her body. She just wanted the book that held something valuable to her. It was something that had information against the Templars as well as the Assassins and it was her job to keep it out of the wrong hands naturally. First two males came into the room she recognized both. “Niccola?! Antonnio?!” She questioned, it was weird to see the two of them… Alright so it was weird to see Antonnio the man who restored her sword. She didn’t think he was an Assassin or anything for that matter. She watched as all the guards filtered into the room. Niccola gave her the order to get down well she slid down behind the bed. “Look there is something I need to get it’s my bad inside is a book… and the book can’t go to them and they don’t know it’s there.” She said hushed tone to both of the guys. She looked up seeing him hit a guard in the chest. She held her chest it was starting to throb again. Alessia peered above the bed seeing a female behind the guards. It was refreshing to see another girl in the creed. Naturally she had other things to know as she could hear the Templars voice coming from down the hall from them. “Ugh he’s back.” She muttered.

[Diego Liberatore]

His eyebrows raised as he saw Nicola go flying behind the bed. "Coward." he murmured as he felt completely vulnerable, standing alone without proper armor against the wave of metal coming in through the door. Diego turned to face them, ready to act on impulse, but nearly jumped when something akin to a strangled, shorted shriek of a bird sounded above him. Oh my God, Rahmil. He watched her assault the plated men, watched her as she aimed and thrusted true to their exposed faces. His shoulder ached in memory. He heard the twang of Nicola releasing an arrow and the awful cries that followed, and the floor was quickly bathed in red. "Hold your fire!" he shouted, and threw one small sphere to the ground as hard as he could, and shattered it.

A smokey powder flew up, bringing the smell of death with it as the men began coughing and sputtering. Diego worked quickly, taking as many of them with his hidden blade as he could, feeling for metal shoulder plates before killing them so as to avoid his only other standing companion.

When the dust cleared, a single pair of hands clapped slowly, mockingly. The only living guards groped along the floor, crying in pain through eyes that couldn't see the diluted bloody tears that splashed onto the already wet floorboards. He leaned his shoulder against the doorway, and his clapping stopped as he gripped his crossbow, aiming it nonchalantly, his finger steady on the trigger. "Well well well." he said icily, his voice dripping with venom. "We do have ourselves a problem, don't we?"

Diego froze as he stared at him, his shoulders bulked up the the bristled hair on a dogs back. He damn near growled at him. Of course Diego stood for the Order, but every garden had its snake. And there he stood, coiled so proudly it took all that he had not to forfeit everything and lunge for him. Adorned in glimmering steel as he was, high in skill and (self-appointed) status, the man looked like a king. "I'll kill you." he spat, drawing his sword and positioning himself offensively. Diego didn't care if he was an inferior match in that moment. Even lacking in equipment, he would find a way to do it. Another bomb rested quietly in his fingertips, seeking a moment to be thrown.

But it didn't come to that. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." the man taunted him, took up his bow threateningly, and then briefly lowered it, as if thinking about something. "Alright, Liberatore, if you want to fight me one on one." He raised his bow again, this time aiming at Rahmil. "We can do that."

He hardly had time to make a choice. There was no choice. It was obvious. Diego threw himself in front of her, turned his back on the assailant. He embraced her to guard her. The bolt dug into his back, his feet staggered and his ears rang. The smoke bomb fell from his fingers, but it didn't hit with enough pressure to explode. Instead it bounced like a delicate ornament, rolled through pools of blood and came to rest under the bed. "Nicola." he growled through clenched teeth, almost pleadingly. As far as he could tell, the boy had gone unnoticed from his position. It would be his call, now.

[Nicola Rangé]

Nicola was stunned the moment Rahmil flung through the window. He was so stunned, even, that her entrance caused him to fumble clumsily during his reload, dropping the projectile onto the floor with a loud twang! Flustered, he ducked back down under the cover of the bed, and withdrew his next bolt from his quiver. Antonnio's unexpected smoke bomb gave him another jolt, causing him to miss his reload yet again. He cursed under his breath. Calm yourself, he thought to himself. Taking a deep inhale, he pulled the next bolt and pulled back on the crossbow, loading it carefully this time.

But even if the first two surprises weren't enough, Nicola felt completely awe-struck when the smoke cleared. Corpses and gravely wounded soldiers littered the floor. But what surprised the young Assassin even more, was that Antonnio was not one of them. There he stood--seemingly unscathed with pools of blood at his feet--the spy, the imposter. He had defeated them--every last one of them. And it all just happened in a matter of seconds.

He tightened his grip on his crossbow. Not all of them were dealt with yet. The next man who entered caused Nicola to become very uneasy. It wasn't hard for him to draw the connection that he was of higher status, and that he even seemed to know the spy. He pointed his crossbow straight at him, eyes narrowed, prepared to fire. Elbow resting on the bed, his finger moved for the trigger. But he was too slow. From the moment the man fired, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. He watched in terror as the bolt flung itself from the crossbow, heading straight at his dear friend. Dread filled his whole body. He couldn't bear to lose the one person in the world who he could consider a friend. What would he do with himself?

But then the fourth most unexpected thing happened.

Antonnio saved her. He shielded her. He provided a barrier from imminent death--from losing his one friend.

Nicola. He snapped back into reality. He knew exactly what he had to do. Nicola pulled the trigger, sending the bolt flying where it finally lodged itself the man's chest. The impact caused him to take a sharp breath of air, and sent his weapon flying out of his hand--out of reach. Gasping for air, he collapsed on the floor, landing on his side.

Nicola rose from his position. Slowly, he walked towards him, holding every intention to take out all of his anger on him. He passed Rahmil and Antonnio, not even sparing a glance at them. He stepped over the corpses and injured soldiers, dropping his crossbow as he closed the distance to his target. And then there he lay--helpless and dying at his feet. Nicola looked down upon him menacingly as he pleaded for dear life. He pleaded for mercy.

Nicola then crouched down enough and threw his hand around the captain's neck, pulling him onto his feet as he strangled him. The Assassin scowled as he brought his face inches from his, staring threateningly into his dying eyes. "How dare you," was all Nicola said. He thrust his hidden blade violently through the side of his enemy's neck, and then finally let him drop to the floor. Dead.

[Rahmil Binachi]

Her blade was deeply lodged when the crash sounded, filling the room with a horrible smelling fog.
She yanked her blade free and coughed, pulling up her shirt to cover her nose from the chemicals, her eyes watering.
Good God Diego, give a warning next time! She thought angrily, trying to find her way out of the mess.
However it was soon over, and the thick gray haze gave way to warm blood coating her boots. Her eyebrows shot up in shock at the complete skill Diego had.
It almost scared her.
But then there was the clapping. It was slow,
sarcastic,
and taunting.
She turned to look, seeing what had to be the leader, staring Diego down with a look of recognition
and a cross bow.

No, this wasn't a fair fight! Diego wasn't properly equipped, he could not win.
"Alright, Liberatore, if you want to fight me one on one." He raised his bow again, this time aiming at Rahmil. "We can do that."
And there it was, the sharp end of the weapon aimed at her.
Her heart jumped into her throat, and she was frozen,
a deer caught in the headlights,
helpless.
Then the next part happened in a confused rush.
There was the twang,
the yells,
and the human shield.
He was falling, and she was struggling to help him up- her eyes wide and darting back and forth from both of his.
" _Diego! "
She was still in shock, and they were both slowly sinking to the floor. His weight was too much for her.
" _{Diego, stay with me now.
Look at me!
Hey!} "
And those words kept repeating while she gently patted his face.
She looked up, feeling helpless.
Nicola had killed the shooter, and the girl was just as shocked as Rahmil was.
Someone needed to take charge.
" _{Girl! Go get what you need and hurry back here! Nicola! Go make sure she is safe, and hurry! Please!}"
Her heart was in a frenzy, and oh how she wished she kept her pack.
She would have been able to at least lessen his pain.

" _{Oh come on L'orso, please do not fall asleep on me.} "