Standing up high, Alexandra watched her target. Agitation began pulling at her emotions; she wanted desperately to get her mission over with. But this man was in no hurry, for he walked as if time had not existed for years, not only that but he often stopped to look around him. He felt her eyes upon him, but could never place where she was. Keeping up on the rooftops she avoided conflict, and if she remained hidden she would not have to worry about killing anyone else.<br/><br/>In the alley before, the young assassin had addressed a man by the name of Giulio Caprioglio, a local executioner and Templar. He had informed her that this man was becoming power hungry, seizing people for small crimes and killing them. This time he had captured innocents, claiming they were thieves, and sentenced them to hang today. Alexandraâ€™s mission was simple. Tail Caprioglio to the execution site, dispose of him, free the people, and kill anyone who jeopardizes the success of this mission.<br/><br/>So she waited. Moving when she needed to keep up, and watching every turn he made down the street. She also watched the rooftop during waiting periods; she could not afford to be taken on by a surprise assailant. That could ruin everything. Every moment counted, and she was fully aware of that.<br/><br/>Jumping from roof to roof, and climbing building sides, she was really getting a work out especially in this heat. By the time she reached her destination she was panting slightly. She crouched a little, hiding slightly better from Giulio, as he made his approach to the platform of the gallows. He made his way to his spot by the lever, and smiled at the people stationed at the end of the gallows. A few Templars and prisoners stood there. Her eyes went harsh when she realized that one prisoner was a small boy, probably no older than twelve.<br/><br/>A crowd began to form near the front of the gallows, gathering for a public murder. It made her sick to think people wanted to watch people die. Swallowing hard, hiding her disgust she hopped down from her perch, her feet meeting the pavement. Her feet stung a bit from that fall, but she had no time to pay any mind to it. She moved into the crowd, pushing them apart so she was near the front. The prisoners began to come on stage. There were five in total, two women and three men. All seemed to be middle aged, with the exception of the boy. As the nooses were secured around their necks, she began to form a plan quickly in her head.<br/><br/>â€œWelcome everyone!â€ Giulio began to speak in a cheerful voice, â€œIâ€™m so glad you could make it to witness what happens when you do something wrong. These are rotten, filthy, greedy thieves. If they werenâ€™t up here they would be taking everything from you! To relieve the streets of worry their sentence is to be hanged until deadâ€¦â€<br/><br/>He droned on and on, and with each word Alexandraâ€™s hate grew. She saw his hand reaching for the lever that would release the hatch and drop the prisoners to their death. Without much thought, she pulled a knife from her belt and threw it right through his hand. He stumbled back with a loud cry of pain, and looked to the crowd, trying to find his attacker.  His eyes locked on her and his uninjured hand pointed.<br/><br/>â€œASSASSIN!â€ His voice boomed through the whole neighborhood.<br/>The crowd parted from her, and she began to smile, as Templars began to swarm her. Pulling out her sword and whip she assessed her situation. Giulio was wounded to the point that he was more concerned about getting the knife out of his hand than executing the citizens. Even so, ten Templars surrounded her, and she knew more would come soon. Three were brutes, two were seekers, and the rest were militia.<br/><br/>With a flick of her wrist the whip struck one militia in the face, initiating the fight. He fell to the ground in pain, rolling around covering his eye, and the other nine closed in. She lifted up her sword a blade meeting contact with it, she cracked her whip making it wrap around a Seekers arm. With a thrust of her arm she made the seeker fall, making him bash his head face first on the concrete. The blade she crossed was that of a militia. She wrapped his sword around her blade in a circling motion, and with a swift movement, plunged the blade deep into his torso. A seeker came at her immediately and she ducked avoiding his spear. Raising her katana up the seeker ran right into it.<br/><br/>She looked around briefly, only six remained, all the brutes and three militia. She assumed that at least one militia would drop their sword and run, like they so often did. It was the brutes she was worried about. They were massive men, and she was a small girl. They towered over her, and it was intimidating.<br/><br/>A brute came at her, and she threw a knife at him, hitting him right in the face, not wanting him to get closer. Then she realized Giulio had stopped fussing. She looked to him, seeing that he had pulled the knife out, and was making his way back to the lever.<br/>â€œDamnâ€¦â€ She muttered under her breath.<br/><br/>She made a break for it, running past the remaining Templars. Jumping up on the platform, she released her whip at Giulio, wrapping around his leg. She pulled him down, and saw her window. She ran up to him quickly and thrust her sword down, right into his heart. The Templars joined her up on the platform, and she knew that she now had to play defense now. It was all she could do to save the citizens. She bit her lip, waiting for them to move toward her.