Her heart was racing at a sickening pace, as the Templars closed in, she wished she would have asked for help. Instead her pride was too big and it clouded her judgment, and she was about to pay for it. Looking to the citizens, watching their pleading eyes, her heart began to break a bit. It was unbearable to glance at, let alone keep your eyes focused on it. But she did, for it was her punishment for being too arrogant.<br/><br/>A thud sent a vibration through the platform and she looked over to the Templars. A brute had fallen, and a man was pulling a blade from him. She watched him swiftly move as he disposed of another Templar quickly. Before she had time to process what had happened smoke had begun rising from her feet.<br/><br/>She looked to the citizens wanting to save them, but knew she didnâ€™t have enough time to cut all their ropes before the smoke cleared. She looked down facing a decision she never wanted to in this mission. She put her weapons away, and with a heavy heart she ran, not looking back. Doing just as the man had advised her to.<br/><br/>She had no clue where she was going; she was just following wherever this man took her. But the city was on high alert now, and getting around was hard. Avoiding Templars became a task with every turn they made. But they did not stop to fight, which was probably for the best. Two Assassins against a city crawling with Templars didnâ€™t seem like the greatest idea. In fact it was stupid to even think about stopping to fight. Youâ€™d be killed, or worse captured.<br/><br/>With the sun beginning to set, the shadows began to creep into the streets of Venice, making the thought of hiding easier. She slipped into a small area off the streets where she knew that she would not be spotted easily; she pulled the man with her, finding safety in numbers.<br/><br/>She leaned against a wall trying to catch her breath after what seemed to be an hour of running, her chest rising and falling in irregular beats. She looked to the man, wondering just who he was. Her green eyes closed for a second as her heart began to slow for the first time in a long time.<br/><br/>â€œThank youâ€¦â€ She murmured opening her eyes, â€œIf you hadnâ€™t of come, Iâ€™d have been deadâ€¦â€<br/><br/>The only unfortunate thing was she left the civilians to die, and ultimately failed half her mission. She felt disgusted at her choice to run, but knew that it was the only choice that allowed her survival. Still she felt selfish, wishing that sheâ€™d taken the chance to free the prisoners, even if it meant risking her life. That was all she wished for as an Assassin, to protect and fight for what is right, and never be swayed by the fear of death. It was easier said then done in most cases though.