[Ezio had the intention of driving his blade through the man's throat, then taking the sword to use for his own, but the green-skinned stranger made short work of the soldier. There is little time to speak, so all Ezio does now is nod in gratitude before moving onto the next soldier.
Which happens to be a man behind Gamora. In less than half a second there's a throwing knife lodged in the soldier's head.]
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Which happens to be a man behind Gamora. In less than half a second there's a throwing knife lodged in the soldier's head.]