[A soldier comes charging in from behind Gamora, sword on the ready. Ezio wastes no time in rushing in and slashing the man apart. The corpse falls to the ground unceremoniously and the Assassin pulls himself onto the horse with the distinct ease of a seasoned veteran.
Wheeling the horse around, he offers a hand to Gamora.]
We're wasting time on these men. There are others to find.
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Wheeling the horse around, he offers a hand to Gamora.]
We're wasting time on these men. There are others to find.