A man must be

[mentore]

Date & Time: November 17th, all day
Location: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE IN THE HOLD
Characters: Ezio Auditore and YOU!
Summary: Ezio is exploring the Hold
Warnings: None as of yet


[Ezio is a man of knowledge. The more he knew, the better prepared he could be for anything and everything possible. Too often has he seen people caught off-guard and fail for one single missing piece of information.

As it happens, he's trying to learn the layout of the Hold. The quickest routes in, the most complicated ones, the buildings more adequate for climbing and scouting. You can find him nearly anywhere in his Assassin garb, hood on, stalking about the place.]

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[gamora]

Russia didn't convince you it might be possible?

[mentore]

Impressed, yes, but some take to boasting where there is no skill.

[gamora]

I don't boast, I state facts.

[mentore]

One of the few that does.

[gamora]

A sparring match, then.

[ an internal debate on whether or not she can bring him down without breaking a sweat. possibly. ]

[mentore]

[Surely Ezio could humor her for at least a little while...]

A sparring match it is.

[gamora]

Now?

[ She just finished training, but actually sparring is so much better. ]

[mentore]

Now or later, I can make do at any time.

[gamora]

Now is good.

[ a jerk of her head in the direction of the training center ]

[mentore]

Now it is, then.

[And he's grinning all the while.]

Lead the way, signora.

[gamora]

We'll have to agree on terms - unarmed?

[ Her grin is fit to match, if only because it's been far too long since she had a worthwhile sparring partner. ]

[mentore]

Unarmed. First to surrender loses the match, si?

[gamora]

Agreed.

[ and once they've reached the training rooms, she quickly sheds both her cloak and her sword - they'll only get in her way, after all. ]

[mentore]

[As for Ezio, it takes him a little bit to get off his armor and robes. He's left in just his trousers, boots and nothing else. He stretches his arms across him, pops his neck and finally grins at Gamora.]

Ladies first.

[gamora]

I thought chivalry was dead.

[ There's a moment or so before she moves, aiming to land a solid hit on a nerve cluster in his right shoulder - there's no telling which arm is dominant, at least not with her going first, but she'll hazard a guess. ]

[mentore]

[Which happens to be the shoulder that earned him a scar from a point-blank gunshot. Not good. He can tell the blow is solid, but he twists just enough for at least the punch to land not quite on his old wound.

A hand moves to attempt to grasp her forearm. If he can pull her in close, he might be able to jab her stomach or throat.

If he can pull her in.]

[gamora]

[ He grabs her arm quick enough, and her expression flicks from a grin to a line as she's pulled forward. But that's not a problem, and her leg shoots upwards as soon as she gets close enough - aiming to get her knee into his stomach if she could. ]

[mentore]

[The blow lands, knocking some of Ezio's wind. He manages to recover enough to hook a leg around one of hers, bending it in an attempt to break her defense and her footing.]

[gamora]

[ She lets it bring her down - landing in a crouch with one leg extended to the side - and she swings her fist towards the side of his knee, hoping to bring him down as well. ]

[mentore]

[He's fast enough to dodge that one, letting his weight drop into his legs as he crouches. Should he feel bad that he's about to full-force tackle into her?

Probably not.]

[gamora]

[ That just causes her to grin, darting out of his way before twisting around and trying to slam her leg into his hopefully unprotected side.

Gamora's almost tempted to use the full amount of her strength, but she'll save sending him into a wall for later. ]

[mentore]

[And slammed he is, but he rolls onto her leg, too, even if it means barely catching his breath. Maybe he could throw her off, or at least pin her down.

Which is starting to seem more of an impossibility.]

[gamora]

[ He doesn't do either, mostly because she slides away from him - and in an attempt to show off - does a backwards flip and lands on her feet, straightening up a spit second after. Gamora doesn't move forward again, just simply waits. ]

Is that really all you've got?

[ She's grinning, chest barely rising and falling from effort. ]

[mentore]

[He rolls easily into a cat-like crouch, eying Gamora. A show-off? He's never had much use for being showy in combat. It only expended energy and time.

In this case? Maybe it was easier to move with her, instead of against her.

Ezio shoots a grin right back.]

Perhaps you should teach me the ways of the universe.

[gamora]

Not one for sharing secrets.

[ There's a moment where she rolls on the ball of her feet - judging, before she moves again. This time quickly closing the gap between them before crouching low and bringing her fist to the side of his face, trying to land a good blow. ]