Assassin's Creed RP thread!

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    Enna blinked, looking at the wounded male and pulling a childish face at him before she blinked and laughed. "Hey! You got a head start!" She exclaimed with a laugh before she raced forward. Utterly exhausted and at swift movements her vision faded, she felt slightly sticky where blood covered her and every movement reminded her of her injuries. Yet she only gripped her sword tighter, deftly swiping the legs out from her attacker and stabbing him, she dropped her sword for a heartbeat as she was tackled, caught off guard she brought her knee up and their head down. A sickening crunch could be heard as his nose connected with her knee, he howled as the girl slid under between his legs and retrived her sword, severing the same man's head with a might swing. Though she grit her teeth in pain, worsening the deep gash on her shoulder blade.

    Mercy looked at the two as they cut the score of men down, he smirked and rolled his eyes, he then turned around and saw more Templars, me flipped his knife around him expertly, he then rushed at them , movi like lightening he used his knife and brutal hand to hand movedps dispatching all of them in no time, he then notice heavy troops and Archers coming, "Ladies, I suggest we leave!" He watched as bows were drawn and pikes were set, "Go! I'll meet you at the hideout!" He shouted then ran even though he had a hole in his chest he could still move. He knew he couldn't fight them in his givin condition.

    Enna stumbled back, her heart sinking at the sight of the archers, she couldn't take much more, she was shaking all over, limping heavily and her head swam sickeningly. All the same she grit her teeth and looked determined. Managing a small shake of her head "never. Mercy. You're not being left behind. Come with us now or I'll do the honors of killing you here and now" she managed a breathless and joking hint. Leaning heavily on the rather large sword she had been using in comparison to her size. Enna wasn't even sure if she could run but if Mercy could with a gaping hole in his chest then so could she. Blinking away tears of pure pain and weakness she ran after Mercy. No way was she going to let him get killed. She had seen all those dead assassins. She could bare another.

    "I suppose it would only be fair, Signor Valerio. My name is Lavinia Cellini and I believe we have spent enough time chit-chatting. Will you take the first blow? Or shall I?" she asked as she began to pace once more. She could hear the chaos from the Carnevale dying down. In addition she watched as red smoke drifted into the air marking areas of defeat. It pained her to see her comrades being slain after such careful planning. There would be time for emotions later, she told herself as she focused on the task at hand, the hilt of her dagger held firmly in her hand.

    "I believe my comrades need me" Lance said "So i really must be going, perhaps we can finish this some other time Signora Cellini" He threw a smoke bomb and raced up the wall running towards the sound of battle. He saw Mercy, Midnight and Enna were about to be attacked and took down three archers with his crossbow, and got a heavy troop in the neck, though it wasn't fatal. He climbed down and dashed forward. "Run!" he called to them as he pulled out his heavy scimitar

    Spirit~Flame wrote:


    Ooc haha. Lol. Awesome!


    Ic Raven skidded to a stop "no.." she whispered, it had broken her heart to see all the bodies of innocent civilians and children that littered the floor but one stood out as too much. She fell to her knees at the side of an assassin, tears streamed down her face. He was far older than her most likely in his late twenties, early thirties but he had acted as a brother towards the quiet shy girl "n-no...please.." she whimpered as she cradled his limp body in her arms slightly, searching for any signs of life but there was none. She recognised a f ew of the bodies to be assassins. She guessed their loss of numbers would be great. Her mourning was brought to a halt and she cried in shock as was sent flying, narrowly avoiding a sword stroke as she was tackled.
    The same man who had been with the woman smirked, Raven was wearing the distinct assassin robes "we got a late comer, eh?DDon't cry. There is still plenty of festivities to come. He smirked down at the shocked girl he had knocked to the floor, her hood knocked down, her face tear streaked as she fumbled for a weapon but could only yelp as he placed a painfully firm foot on her arm. More toying and teasing her right now.


    OOC:
    Late.
    Reply.
    What the h*ll is wrong with me?


    IC:
    Falco pushed through the crowd in panic. "Raven?" He called again. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and it wasn't from his old wounds. Something happened to her! A voice screamed in his head, and though he tried to ignore it, the knot in his stomach reminded him. "Raven! Where the h*ll are you?" He screeched frantically. He clutched his teeth in frustration and he lunged forward, causing the people in front of him to scurry out of the way. He fell out into the open, landing on his chest. He yelped, feeling the stabbing-like pain in his chest worsen. He looked up, seeing Raven laying on the ground, with a Templar above her. "Raven!" He yelled, trying to push himself up.


    Fiammetta looked around. Everywhere were bodies of either fallen Assassins or mutilated Templars. She felt puke rise in her throat, not used to the smell of the sharp iron smell of blood that spattered everywhere. She forced it back down her throat, refusing to give in, and ran off again. She felt as though her legs would cripple beneath her. All this running wasn't helping with her panic, not to mention that she has terrible stamina, though she seemed as fast as a cheetah. She gasped for air, feeling like her lungs were going to collapse.

    Jay stopped, he'd not seen this many Templars since... ever really, and knew that it was nearly impossible to overcome this, at least not without help. Jay then jumped out of the window and onto the roof of another house, a Templar breaking his fall.

    Ooc it's ok.


    Ic Raven whimpered Falco's name softly, still crying out of fear and over the loss of her fallen companion. She was trembling all over and was shaking as she yelped and cried out as the man stomped on her arm "Falco!" She whimpered slightly louder. The man barked in laughter bringing his face closer to hers "time to die and join your friend little assassin. We will kill your whole brotherhood of scum" he grinned evily as he drew his sword and lined it up with her throat.

    OOC: this is a long battle, in a thread at least. Not that it's bad.


    IC: Jay looked around for any fellow Assassins who may need help. Not that it would help much at his current location, where his line of sight was limited.

    Ooc yeah. It's a bit fiddly because there are so many people but it has kinda ended in the way. Just the last few stragglers and things. Don't worry. One people have finished up on their battles I will explain that in narration.

    OOC:
    Once again, a question about Fiammetta...;
    If she could interact with anyone, really, that would be great, because right now I have a low muse for her and she's a new character. I don't want to get rid of her already.


    IC:
    Falco screeched and pushed himself up. He ran as fast as he could toward the Templar, though he had a slight limp and he was slowed from aching and the pain and being winded from his fall. He reached the Templar, his arm striking out to shove him. Falco's eyes were flaming with anger.


    Fiammetta turned a corner, running blindly, only to be met by the side of a building. She yelped in pain, staggering backwards, and clumsily fell over onto her back with a loud thud and a hurtful "Oof-". She felt the wind get knocked out of her chest, and she started to frantically breathe heavily to try to get some oxygen. I'm dying, she thought, her eyes wide, I'm dying! She tried to calm down, knowing she was over exaggerating.

    Mercy stopped panting hard once they got to a quieter part of the city, he looked at the two and nodded, " I think we are good" he Sid holsing a hand over the hole in his chest, he then collapsed without warning. Having lost to much blood.

    Ooc I did indeed and will reply once the others do. ;)


    Ic the man snarled in shock as he was shoved from the girl just moments before his sword stroke could meet the girl's throat. "Falco" Raven gasped in relief, still crying and shaking all over she sniffled and cradled her arm. As she watched the man draw his sword and lung at Falco, though he was a sloppy fighter.
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    Enna yelped in shock, she had skidded to a halt at Mercy's side, exhausted she fell to her knees next to him "idiot.." she muttered in breathless worry as she leaned over and swore at the sight of his wounds "Mercy. You right dumbass" she grumbled though pure worry and fear reflected in the girl's eyes as she kneeled next to him, clueless on what to do. He needed help but she couldn't carry him to a doctor.

    OOC:
    Ravage, she is an Assassin. She's in an alleyway, and she's basically struggling to breathe because she's a dumbass. :I


    Excuse my French.


    IC:
    Falco tried to dodge the attack, but he was too weak and tired to be succesful. He yelped loudly. The sword stabbed his chest, just below his heart. He staggered away, staring at the Templar, his eyes wide. Blood poured from the wound. He unsheathed his hidden blades, however, and lunged at the Templar.


    Fiammetta lay down, breathing heavily still. Her back ached painfully. She tried to sit up, but she fell back down with another painful sounding thud. "Cazzo!" She cursed loudly, though it was weak. "I'm going to be here all f***ing night..."

    "No! Falco!?" Raven screamed. She forced herself to her feet and leapt toward them. Slashing the back of the man, she had lost a member who was like a brother but it would kill her to lose Falco. She was crying now, her vision swimming in tears. As the templar screeched and staggered, heavily wounded by Raven's blow and catching Falco's killing blow he fell to the floor dead.

    Lance fought three pikemen at once alternating between scimitar and a hidden blade to attack, using them to keep the remaining archers off of him. He managed to slit one of their throats, and jumped over the body, and quickly pulled out hiss crossbow and wildly shot an archer, catching him in the shoulder. he slung it across his back quickly and blocked the pikes that stabbed at him.

    Jay looked over to a gap between buildings. Good place to law low. he thought. He jumped down into the alleyway, landing somewhat harder than normal. Jay looked to his lift slightly where an Assassin was on the ground and out of breath. "Hey! What happened to you?" Jay asked, kneeling down to her.