Wind buffeted the trees, a mist foged and drips of water plotted down from above. A group of “red coats” patrolled the streets of a small village. Ezio Auditore quickly dived behind a tree and threw his hood over his head.
The darkness of his clothing hid him from the red coat soldiers. He quickly snuck off, making the least of noise. Tensing his muscles, he jumped onto the road and ran home, with his bird he hunted with his bow.
With fear of being shot in the back of his head, he sprinted home with hardly any food, for his family. He heard horses galloping, and was worried.