Oliver Bowden - Renaissance

Upon arrival at your destination, Ezio found that door you had to enter was too low and narrow for a rider, so dismounted and walked through, eliminating the two men guarding it with a single deft movement knife. Although it was adding years Ezio had stepped up fromstorage and was now at the peak of its strength was the pinnacle of his order, the Supreme Murderer.

After crossing the gate was found in a narrow courtyard, across which was another door. Gave the impression of not being watched, but when I went out to the side lever to open imagined that he heard a shout from the top of the battlements.

– Stop the intruder!

He looked behind and saw the closed door that had just entered. Was trapped in a narrow enclave!

While the archers who had above preparing to fire, hung on the lever that controlled the second doorta and got it open just in time when the cho arrowscaban with a clang on the floor.

And was inside the Vatican. With the grace of a cat, moved through its labyrinthine passageways, melting into the shadows at the first sign of the presence of the guards alerted, they could not afford a confrontation that will reveal their position. Finalmind, reached the vast cavern of the Sistine Chapel.

The masterpiece of Baccio Pontelli, built by Pope Sixto IV, an old enemy of the Murderers, and ended twenty years ago, loomed menacingly around and above him, the numerous candles only timidly penetrate the gloom. Ezio distinguished paintings by Ghirlandaio, Botticelli, Perugino and Rosselli, but the vast vault of the ceiling was still pentooth to be decorated.

He had entered through a stained glass window that was being repaired and at that time stood at equiance on an interior pocket that dominated the vast space. Below, Alexander VI, with its golden gala, celebrating mass at the time and read the Gospel of John.

"In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum. Hoc erat in principio apud Deum. FACT Omnia per ipsum sunt, et sine ipso factum est nihil quid factum est… In him was life, and life was the light of men. And the light shone in darkness and the darkness left to understand everything. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came to be TEStrol, to bear witness to the Light, in which all men believelaugh through it. He was not the Light, but was sent to give witnessheritage of Light. That was the true light that enlightens every man who came to earth. He was in the world and the world was created by him and the world knew him not. He came to hisselves, but his own received him not. But as many as received Him, He gave power to become children of God, even to those who believe in His name: which were born, not of blood nor of the willtad flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld his glory, the globalria as the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth… "

Ezio continued to watch until the Mass came to an end and withcongregation began to march, leaving her alone with Pope cardetions and priests. Would you know the Spanish Ezio was there? Had he planned some kind of confrontation? Ezio had no idea, but I saw a golden opportunity to rid the world of the threat of that terrible Templar. Steeling herself, was launched from the pocket to land perfectly squatting near the Pope,derezandose immediately before or priests Borgia yoursee time to react or ask for help, and driving deepMind your hidden blade in the bloated body of Alexander. Pope fell to the ground at the foot of Ezio quietly and stood still.

Ezio stood beside him, breathing deeply.

"I thought… believed to have overcome this. He thought he could sobreponerme revenge. But I can not. I'm just a man. I waited a long time, I'm too… and you are a cancer of this world that must be removed for the good of all. Requiescat in pace, sfortunato.

He turned, ready to leave, but then something very smallcoolies. Spanish hand closed around the staff that had been holding. He immediately began to glow with a powerful white light and the hollow space of the chapel began to turn without stopping. The cold eyes of Spanish cobalt suddenly opened.

"I'm not prepared to rest in peace," said the Spanish unhappy.

There was a flash of light and powerful priests and thistlestions, along with members of the congregation who were inside the chapel, fell to the ground, screaming in pain, while leaving their bodies translucent thin rays of light, which rose like smoke curling up to go to stop the shining Bacuwhat the Pope, now standing, holding with an iron hand.

Ezio ran towards him, but the Spanish shouted

– Do not, Murderer! "And waved toward the Staff Ezio.

Sputtered in a strange way, like lightning, and Ezio was pushed onto the other side of the chapel, above the bodies of the priests and people still moaning and squirmingDose. Rodrigo Borgia strongly hit the Staff on sleepat the altar and the hapless bodies occurred more energy in the form of smoke, which flowed into the Staff and to him.

Ezio got up and once again faced with your greatest enemy.

– You devil!Rodrigo yelled-. How can you resist?

He looked down and saw the glow of the bag on the belt had Ezio, which still contains the fruit of Eden.

– I get it!Rodrigo said, his eyes gleaming like coals-. You have the Fruit of Eden! It better!Give it now same!

– Vai a farti fottere!

Rodrigo laughed.

– What vulgarity! But you always fighting! As your padre. Well cheer up, my son, because to see him return soon!

Stir again the Staff and his hook hit the cicaEzio matrix had on the back of his left hand. Ezio is feltchill coursing through the veins and staggered, but did not fall.

"You'll give me Rodrigo roared, approaching.

Ezio thought quickly. He knew what he was capable of the Fruit of Eden and had to be at risk now or die trying.

"As you wish" he replied.

Fruit of Eden extracted from his pocket and held it high. It shone with such intensity that for a moment he felt that the majestic chapel was illuminated by sunlight, and when he returned to vibrate only the glow of candles, Rodrigo saw eight Ezios confronted him.

But remained unchanged.

– You can back you! Said-. How impressive. It is difficult to guess who is the true and which are Quimera…, but that would be difficult at best, and if you thought that was a cheap trick to save you, think again!

Rodrigo stirred the Staff at the clones, and each time you gave one, faded forming a puff of smoke. The ghost Ezio pranced and dodging, attacking Rodrigo, who now seemed worried, but they proved unable to do other damage to the Spanish that was not the mere distraction. Ezio really only managed to finish real shock, though they were little, for such was the power of the Staff, that he could not bringPope is an evil enough. Ezio but quickly realized that the fight was weakening Rodrigo. When the seven fanTasman had disappeared, the repulsive pontiff was exhausted and breathless. The madness gives the body an energy that few cosas more can we do provide, but despite the Staff powers granted him, Rodrigo was, after all, a fat old man of seventy-two years ill with syphilis. Ezio then kept in his pocket the fruit of Eden.

Panting after the fight against the ghosts, the Pope fell to his knees. Ezio, panting as well, as the ghosts were usedlizado their energy into making their own, descended on him. LevanTando sight, Rodrigo clung to his staff.

"No it away from me," he said.

– All over, Rodrigo. Leave the Staff and will guarantee you a quick and merciful death.

"What a generous, mocking voice said Rodrigo-. I pregunto if you will yield a very passive way of being the opposite situation.

Gathering the strength he had left, the Pope suddenly got up and pounded the ground with the heel of his stick. In penumbra, priests and parishioners whined again and emerged from the Crosier a new surge of energy directed against Ezio, who hit like a sledgehammer and sent him flying through the air.