Assassin's Creed

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana sighed heavily as the stock yards came in view. She had fears for her father. " are you sure you can do this.. There is so many guards" she mumbled

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio nodded confidently. 'All I need to do is cause a distraction large enough to pull all the guards away from their posts, then infiltrate the compound and release your father. Simple enough. Now...quiet down, and keep low. Lest they hear or see you.'
The Assassin slipped down onto the ground, hidden in shadows. Looking around, he saw the prison cells, all of which held at least one person. Borgia oppression... Vittorio thought angrily. He searched the area a little better, then found a perfect distraction. A carriage with a war machine was being loaded and attached to a couple of horses. Having found his distraction, he did a location check of each guard. Satisfied with everything, Vittorio set off for his objective.

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta's head was starting to spin by the time she found herself sitting down, and so she didn't protest when her temporary savior dragged her into the house and forced her into a chair. She struggled to comprehend his question, and then to come up with a legitimate answer. The best lies always stemmed from some truth...
"Men... they started chasing me. Then attacking me when I ran."
She uncovered her wound for a moment to look at it, wincing before covering it once more.
"There were many of them... I did not wish to do business with them."
She swallowed, mouth and throat dry from her ragged and desperate breathing patterns during her escape.
"I remembered what you told me yesterday, so I ran here..."
She began unlacing her blouse, preparing for the damage under her collar.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Lio soon returned with his personal surgery kit, and began assisting her in removing her blouse so that he might inspect the damage. He cringed when he saw it, unsure whether he ought to get a proper doctor instead of dealing with her himself.
"Can you describe these men to me?" he growled as he began dabbing at her wound. He was both trying to keep her conscious and work out whether he attackers were the assassins... because if they were, retribution would soon be on its way.

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana ducked down like he said, peering around to watch the mysterious man try to save her father. She still had no idea who this man is and she had declared her loyalty? Clearly she would do anything for her family... Or for money.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio had made it to the war machine with ease. He'd heard of these from Il Mentore, and he knew that they'd need gunpowder to operate them effectively. There were barrels on the other side of the war machine to him, and guards all around. Thankfully they were all looking outward. Smirking happily about the guards stupidity, he aimed his hidden pistol and let off a shot into the center-most barrel. The ensuing explosion threw the guards to the ground, and blew apart the war machine. The horses attached to the cart reared up and scattered across the keep, sending guards after them. During all of this, Vittorio had made it to the roof of the prison section, and had begun unlocking all the cells.

By the time all the guards were back with the horses, their wits and their smarts, Vittorio had unlocked every cell door, escorted every prisoner out unharmed and unnoticed, locked the cells back up and had gotten out of there himself without being seen.

It wasn't for a few hours later that the guards noticed their prisoners had mysteriously disappeared.

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta winced as her lover-come-rescuer tended to her wounds.
"I didn't see their faces..."
At least that much was true.
"But they were armed. Obviously."
She hissed as his dabbing became particularly painful, her head starting to spin.
"Prestare attenzione..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Prego perdonare, bella," Liborio muttered quickly as she cautioned him, his dabbing having become a bit too furious. "Suini schifo, bastardi morso delle pulci. Peccatori!" he growled as he worked. Obviously Liborio was fearsomely protective.
He began to bandage her wound now, his hands much softer after her warning.
"I will purge this city of the maiale, madonna. Giuro."

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana covered her mouth in shock as a cloud of flames and smoke emerged, she wanted to go and see what was happening, the moment the smoke covered the ground of the stock yards, it was hard to view the hooded man at work.
Soon enough though she viewed the strange man exiting the area with several prisoners also fleeing the scene. She help her breath as she searched the faces for her father.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to the girl, with a bunch of men he thought would be the right age to be her father. 'Are any of these men your father, signora?'

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta groaned as her lover - she would have to ask for his name sooner or later - tended to her wound, letting her head roll back, tousled dark brown hair falling behind her shoulders.
"I need to rest... Just for a little while..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Liborio nodded. Once he'd finished bandaging her wound her carefully picked her up and carried her out to her room, where he laid her down on his bed.
"Rest as long as you need, bella. I will find these men for you."

[Yuna Braska]

Cristiana didn't wait... she pushed past the hooded man gently and rushed to a bent over man who didn't look as old as people would think, but his illness made him hunch and his eyes squint. He didn't look anything like his daughter, brown hair and sharp strong, manly italian features and his eyes were dark unlike Cristiana's. " Papa!" She whimpered as she wrapped her arms around her father and wept thankfully.
"My sweet bella" her father whispered back, his hands shaking as he looked to his daughter to brush some of her blonde locks away.
"This stanger saved you papa" Cristiana said turning to the hooded man with a smile. " You can get him to a safe place ... right?" She asked him, her hand tightly gripping her fathers.

[Elario Luminus]

Vittorio nodded with a wink.
'Of course. I can also get him an avenue of pay, along with a degree of political...immunity, so to speak. Like you, he'll be protected and paid weekly for his services. On that note, what can you do?' he asked as an after thought to the girls father.

[The Painted Lady]

Violetta quickly took hold of her rescuer's wrist.
"No..."
He couldn't find out the truth.
"Per favore... Don't leave me," she begged in her best vulnerable voice.