Venezia, 1483


Ezio laughed, breaking into a sprint. He wasn't as fast as her, certainly, especially given that he was twice her size and weighed down by his robes and bulky armor, but what he lacked in agility he made up for with fearlessness. He didn't need to slow to climb or lunge or jump from one building to the next, as nothing bothered him about a multistory drop onto cobblestones. While she slowed to look, he just leapt. Sometimes it got him in trouble, and he turned more ankles and strained more wrists than any human rightfully should in a lifetime, but he never regretted it.