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With the appearance of the horseman, Leikari scrambled to cover herself by using Aashiq as a temporary shield. Her eyes were narrowed as she stared at the man on the horse. He spoke in..quite a strange tongue. Shaking her head she remained silent until the horse galloped away. Staying motionless in the water for a moment, she shook her head before groaning. "What is wrong with people? Do they not know how to ride horses correctly anymore?" The mood was ruined thanks to the horseman. She quickly went around Aashiq and towards the bank where she stood for a moment to twist her hair to rid it of the water before grabbing her robes, knocking the gauntlets off, only for them to roll a few feet away from the pond. She wiped the excess water from her body with her hand the best she could before she began to put her clothes back on. Nice way to ruin the day, but she didn't care at the moment. She was boiling with rage from the 'hit and run'.

Putting her boots on, the female snatched her gauntlets from the ground and put them back on her arms. Finally, her eyes traveled to Aashiq. She felt bad, but that was not her fault. It was the damned horse man. She hoped he wasn't planning on staying. "ごめんなさい..Aashiq. That man was.. completely idiotic for riding that horse into the pond.." Leikari didn't know what to say, so she simply looked to the right only to grasp her dripping hair and twist it again before pulling her hood up and adjusting it. Walking back over to the rock, sat on it, and waited silently.

Nodding to all the information she was listening to, Svetlana looked about the city before they came to the edge of it. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned towards Cirillo and thought for a moment. Where to go.. She smiled as he offered for her to go first. The female Assassin took a few steps forward before taking a right. She had remembered a stable in this direction as she entered the city today. "Perhaps a horse ride along the country side then? I do enjoy horse rides. As well as it would be a faster way of travel. Not that we need to rush unless you have things to do.. ..However if we're going to the country side.." She shuddered as she wrapped her hands around her upper arms. "Can we please avoid any..Cattle?" She shook her head slowly, however continued on, waiting for Cirillo to respond.

Staring with disgust at the spot where the random man had came and went, Aashiq cursed to himself once or twice before wading out to the shore. Today wasn't exactly to go as he had planned, tripping earlier in the morning, then being completely interupted by some fool of a horseman. Jerking his sword down, the blade stuck in the ground so the assassin could grab his robes off the tree limb "Povedz mi, čo bude ďalej" frowning as he settled his robes, pulling the brown strap across his chest, leaning on the tree to then fix his boots on. With a final grunt, Aashiq brushed off his robes, the only good thing was that they were somewhat clean. Snatching his blade off the ground he secured it back to it's holster, cursing again, this was just the kind of thing that got under his skin. Tightly griping onto the handle of his sword, Aashiq turned to finally make eye contact with Leikari and with a sigh, he let out a chuckle "Riding a horse through a pond, a custom fit for fools" Taking a few steps closer shaking his head, he leaned on the rock the female had perched herself on "some ignorant man, lost his way, unable to properly ride a horse"

offering a smirk, he gently nudged her shoulder with his "If givin another chance, I shall make it up to you Môj drahý yes? of course if you do not mind" Aashiq chuckled, crossing his arms,he wasn't sure what to do at this point, so he would wait for Leikari to decide.

Amadeo didn't step in. He just stood back and watched after the other man's sarcastic and rather rude remark. It wasn't necessary, but foreign people never seemed very nice to Amadeo. Of course, he wasn't one to speak either. He kept an eye on his novice; he didn't know the guy who tripped and fell off his horse and at any moment, the other robed man could jump and attack. Damn him and his trust problems.

The Assassin watched as the assistance turned somewhat awkward. Amadeo quirked a brow and then he watched as Alverita walked back to him, a look in her eyes that he didn't recognize. Looking back up at the new person, he barely caught was Alverita said. Glancing down at the novice, he took to note that she was... seemingly eager to leave the area because of the man they ran into. Amadeo smiled slightly, despite the concern he felt. The Italian pat her hand and sighed. "That eager to go, hm?" He took her arm and began to walk until the sound of the other man's voice made him stop and looked back. Now what could he want?

The doctor smiled slightly at the offer to go on a horse ride. It did sound rather pleasent and even though he did have things to do, it could wait for another few hours or so. Following the girl, he almost stopped in his tracks when he was asked if they could avoid cattle. Cirillo was about to ask, but he shook the thought from his head. "As far as I know, the cattle isn't where I plan to take you. Do not worry." In due time, they arrived at the stables. Selecting two of the horses from where they stood, he reached into one of his pouches and dropped a few florins into the hand of the man who worked that stable. Cirillo gave the reins of first horse he selected to Svetlana. "Вы хотите помощи?"

Levent looked back down when the short one addressed him and listened, but... then she just stopped in the middle of her sentence. What? Was it something he did or was it just the fact that he looked that foreign? Trying to deduce the possibilities for silencing herself, he glanced when he heard her mumble something. He just barely caught what she said and he rose an eyebrow. He was about to give some sarcastic remark, saying of course they haven't met. Before he could, however, the girl's eyes widened at where his middle finger should have been on his hand.

Then it clicked as she backed away.

This... girl was the one he shooed away 10 years ago, when he finger was being torn off. Looking down at his left hand, Levent looked up in time to see her bow and turn away, back to the other man. But then, the Ottoman couldn't help but smile. He had a feeling that she was blaming herself for something she didn't do. "Bekleyin... uhh... özledim."

Alverita kept her head down as Amadeo took her arm and started to walk off. She slowly looked up at him when he spoke, giving him a slight smile. "Eager? Of course not..I uh, just don't want to be the one to waste that poor man's time.." Liar. Of course she was eager to get out of there. She didn't want to be near that man. She was..scared of him? Scared to be around him, maybe. She just hoped he wasn't stationed in the same bureau as them. Shrugging her thoughts off, she playfully nudged her companion. "Now, mestre, which mission are we taking on first?" The novice was rather disappointed when the man said something, and Amadeo stopped, making her stop as well. Letting out a huff, she glanced at Amadeo real quick. "Qué? Por qué nos detenemos?" She hesitated before looking back at the foreign assassin as well, slightly squinting at him. "Did you need something señor?" A smile was forced onto her face as she moved rebellious curls of hair behind her ear. "If not, we'll be on our way." The girl back looked down, twisting the ring she wore on her finger and waited for the foreign man to answer.

Well here Diego was once more, wandering about the streets looking for something to do. Finding a large stick on the ground, the young boy picked it up an began to jab an imaginary group of Borgian soldiers while jumping around in circles. "Prendete questo e quello e QUELLO!" he smirked as he continued jabbing.

Oh yeah, he was good. At least he thought so in his mind. The boy hadn't really the slightest idea of what an Assassin really did, but he knew the basics or so he thought. Once he had had enough of imaginary fighting he decided to walk into town to see if there was anything to do there to keep himself from going insane from boredom.

The Roman market was always full of the hustle and bustle of people buying food and other supplies for their families or for themselves. Diego walked through the crowded streets being as careful as he could not to walk into anybody, dragging his stick along side him for protection, just in case.

"Mi scusi, dispiace.." he replied as he moved through the crowds continuing onward towards a food vendor. Boy was he starving, he hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday afternoon.

"Mi scusi?" he asked the vendor. "Quanto costa il pane?"

The vendor looked at the loaf of bread and replied to Diego that it was going to be a total of about 10 Florins, give or take a few.

10 whole Florins?! He didn't have that kind of money! With a sigh of frustration, Diego stormed off from the vendor in search of another place to eat. It'd been hard for someone his age to survive alone in such a large city without his parents there to guide him and no job to hold him over. Sure he had to sometimes resort to thievery, when he absolutely had to, but most of the time Diego tried his best to abide by the law, which was hard considering his lineage. Beginning to feel rather fatigued, Diego took shelter under an awning to get out of the heat from the afternoon sun.

The female assassin watched Aashiq as he picked up his things. He was quite enraged at the strange man's intrusion by the looks of it. He was muttering to himself and he was frowning. Leikari didn't think she'd ever seen him so mad. Then again, she couldn't blame him. Being interupted during a time like they were going to have would make anyone enfuriated. When he finally looked up at her, she was a bit supurised at his chuckle. "It seems quite a few fools are making their way into Rome now." She snickered as she spoke. Speaking about the woman that they had met earlier that day and the strange man on the horse, of course.

As she was nudged Lei grinned widely as Aashiq spoke. "I eagerly await for the next time that we're alone." With the grin still on her face, she stood and looked about the area. Well, there was nothing to do here. Where to.. Her only guess was to head back to the Bureau. Where she hoped, she could silently rest up some more before going off on another mission. With a quiet sigh, she looked over to Aashiq, who was standing there with his arms crossed, as though waiting for her to decide where to go. "Well, I guess we shall have to go back to the Bureau. As our.. day has been ruined." She frowned slightly before motioning to Aashiq to follow her as she began to walk towards the way they came. Easily squeezing through the bushes and towards the Bureau.

Svetlana shook her head slowly as she remembered the cattle. All of them. Just.. The thought sent shivers down her spine. Memories of her childhood and the cattle flooded her mind before she blinked when Cirillo began to speak again. No cattle. Thank goodness. She remained silent as they arrived at the stables. She looked at Cirillo as he asked her a question. Shaking her head, Svet grabbed the reins before moving them over the horse's head to their normal position. Swinging her legs over the saddle, she adjusted herself once she was seated on the horse's back. Looking over to Cirillo as he mounted his horse, she didn't really know which direction to go, so she waited.

The assassin watched his companion for a moment before pushing himself off the rock, he wasn't ready to go back to the bureau, really he wasn't ever, but Leikari was right there was nothing left to do here. With a few long strides he quickly caught up to her, brushing past the bushes, more carefully in some spots not wanting to get his robes torn or dirty again. Aashiq squinted once out of the trees, the sun was brighter when they had originally went in. Bringing a hand up to quickly adjust his hood "ah, this sun reminds me of home" chuckling inwardly he continued to follow Leikari, keeping his own pace, he had a feeling that once he arrived at the bureau there was going to be a nice stack of more pety things for him to do, things that he knew would only waste his time and dirty his robes. The streets of rome were as busy as ever, but he stayed close behind the female's steps, if anything, he had enough unexpected surprises for one day.

Levent paused to think. How was he going to word this without sounding... desperate, in a sense? He couldn't. A sighed escaped his lips. Looking at the Spaniard once again, a smile appeared on his lips again. "I remember who you are, özlüyor. And, uhh... I... can't help but think you are blaming yourself. For something you didn't do. Hiçbir şey yapmadı ama sen, affet. If that's any consolation, you are forgiven, though you did nothing." Taking a small bow, he turned around to retrieve his idiotic horse that didn't run away for whatever reason. He pulled on the animal's reins and climbed back onto it, nudging its side to move it forward.

The plague doctor nudged the side of the horse with his heels, guiding the horse onto the path that lead to the countryside. "Why did you question about the cattle, if it's not too much to ask? Это что-то беспокоит?" Cirillo looked back at Svetlana with a concerned look (that one could obviously not see, duh) . Damn masks.

He turned to look forward again and sighed slightly and looked up at the sky. It was about midday and they had a lot of time to kill before he was probably needed back at the Bureau. He still had to plan that whole spiel with Amadeo, that would help him get into the Castello. Even the doctor couldn't believe that the Assassin was out for such revenge. He usually wasn't like that.

The novice took an intake of air and held her breath as the foreign man began to speak. She slowly looked up, hoping he wouldn't say anything revealing, or ask any questions for that matter. She let out a sigh of relief when he was done speaking, giving him small smile. She was, in a way, amused. Of course she didn't do anything, so why would he forgive her for nothing. There was no reason for her to blame herself either. The only reason she was nervous around him was because she didn't want anybody to know that her family is full of Templars, and she is technically Templar-born. Perhaps he didn't even know she was related to those monsters. What a relief. Alverita simply shook her head at him before bowing back. After straightening up once more, she snorted, making a little comment in a low tone. "I'm surprised you are even alive, per ser honesta. No es como ellos para dejar ir a sus prisioneros." Looking back over to Amadeo, she tugged on his arm before putting her hands behind her head. "Vamos mestre, you still want to get those missions done, no? O es que quieren posponer las cosas un poco más? Whatever it is you want to do, I'll follow." She let out a small chuckle and waited for him to decide.

Two weeks had passed as the female made her way out to the coops to see if she had recieved anything from her homeland. Opening the door, the birds stayed in place, knowing they were not to fly unless picked up and helped into the air, not that they needed help. She looked on each birds back, where the message was strapped her eyes caught sight of a Templar Cross on one of the messages. ...This was an Assassin's message coop. No Templars would dare send something here.. would they? Curiosity got the better of her as she reached for the message and pulled it out carefully. She didn't want to damage it or anything. Opening the message, Leikari looked at the strange words. "Well this is great.. Can't read a damn thing on this thing.." She simply scanned over the words, however she tried to translate, not like she could, of course. A name caught her eyes. Alverita. What would her name be doing on here? The female huffed in frustration. She could not read a thing on here and only recognized a few simple words. She began to think. Why would Alverita's name be on a message from Templars? Unless.. Leikari gasped. "..No.. There is no way.." Narrowing her eyes slightly, she cursed under her breath. "I must tell someo--" She was cut off by the sound of footsteps sounding behind her. "··· Kuso."

"Finally, a day out of that damn bureau." The novice mumbled as she walked the streets of Roma. She'd been pretty much stuck there for quite a while to make sure she was fully recovered. She didn't like it at all though, having to stay there and do nothing. It put her in a pretty foul mood. The only time she was able to go out was to check the coops for any messages for her, which was what she was doing now. As she approached the coops, she noticed a figure already there, reaching into it and grabbing a message from one of the pigeons. Getting a little closer, she realized it was Leikari. Great, she already wasn't in the mood, and now she had to see her face. Letting out a huff, she stopped a few feet away and waited rather impatiently for a moment, before getting closer with a huff and slightly pushing the woman out of the way. "Moverse bruja. I'm expecting some messages. You wouldn't know that feeling verdad? Being as you have no friends back in your hometown, hmm?" Alverita let out a chuckle, her hazel eyes scanning the birds, looking at the parchments each of them carried. She grabbed a hold of one, checking the message to make sure it was hers, and took it with a smile. "Perfecto." Looking back over to Lei with a smirk on her face, she noticed that the assassin was holding a letter and spoke in a mocking tone. "Oh, I stand corrected? You do have friends?!"

Alverita's amused expression faded as her eyes went back to the paper in Lei's hands. The words on the paper weren't those weird symbols from Lei's country. They weren't Italian or English either. To her surprise, they were Catalan. The novice noticeably tensed up. She was pretty sure this woman didn't know a word of her language. And she was pretty sure that letter was for her. "What do you think you're doing with that, bruja? Snooping in other people's business? You have got some nerve." Taking a risky move, the novice snatched the paper out of the woman's hands, and shoved her rather hard, giving her a cold glare as well. She quickly looked down at the paper, her eyes widening as she saw the Templar crosses on it. Shit, that wasn't good at all. The girl quickly folded the paper up, and looked back up at Lei, giving her a glare once more.

She turned around just in time to see it was only Alverita. Narrowing her eyes she stayed completely silent. Ignoring the female's first few sentences. Leikari saw her tense, which only convinced her more that what she thought previously was true. She allowed the paper to be snatched from her, but when she was shoved, she stumbled and glared back at the female. Taking no time in striking out a leg to swing around and trip the novice, Leikari watched her fall before jumping on her. Using her knees to pin her downed arms, she nearly hissed the next few words. "Silence Templar. I can't believe you would be.." Shaking her head in disbelief, the woman watched as the novice struggled under her, which she then took out a hidden blade and pinned it to her neck. "Sniveling little traitor." A grin made its way onto her lips. Reaching back to grab the note from her hands she held it up and waved it slightly. "I wonder how Amadeo would react to having a traitor among our midst. Certainly wouldn't be a good outcome, would it, Novice?"

Alverita was set on leaving, about to take a step away from the other woman, when she suddenly found herself on her back with Leikari pinning her down. She winced in pain, then blinked a few times, trying to fully process what had just happened. The girl looked up at the assassin, a frown crawling onto her face. "What are you doing?! Bajarse de mí!" The novice struggled under her, trying to shake the woman off, but it was no use. As she jerked up, she felt a small pain on her neck. Stopping her attempts of escaping, she looked down at the cause of this. This woman really had a blade to her neck...She truly was insane! "Traitor?! You look like the traitor right now! Blade drawn on your own fellow assassin." She gave Leikari an even colder glare after the note was snatched from her hand and waved in front of her face. That glare was quickly wiped off her face as Leikari spoke. She wouldn't tell Amadeo her...assumptions...Right? Clearing her throat, Alverita spoke. "Now..there really is no need to tell him. Don't waste his time on such..nonsense.." Wait...Why was she acting scared of this...thing? The glare she gave Leikari quickly returned as she once more struggled to get free. "Now get off of me, putana! No soy otro de tus clientes! And give me back my letter!" After a few moments of trying to wriggle free, Alverita made a desperate move. Without even thinking twice, the novice hacked up as much spit as she could, before spitting at the woman's face, and when Lei moved back in shock and disgust, she took this opportunity to escape. Fully pushing Leikari off of her, she quickly got up and snatched the letter back from the assassin, and took off in no particular direction. Running as fast as she could, she made sure she turned into any alleyway she could, hoping that the girl wouldn't follow or catch her. Shit. She really was in for it now. The girl mumbled on as she continued to run. "I told him not to send it to that damn coop. Maldito idiota."

Leikari sneered as the novice called her a Traitor. "You're no fellow assassin to me, uragirimono" She firmly held the girl down, grinning as she saw her nervousness at the mention of Amadeo. Ha ha. Now she firmly believed Alverita was a Templar spy. "Nonsense, eh? Well personally I think Amadeo will love t--" She was cut off by the novice telling her to get off. Tch. As if she would ever. Suddenly, she saw Alverita make a strange sound before spit covered her face. Gasping in shock and disgust, she was shoved off, falling on the ground. The note was ripped from her grasp and she wiped the spit from her face and nearly screamed from the anger as it welled up inside of her. Quickly wiping the last of it off she stood and chased after the Novice. "Hashire kono Ama! You will wish you never came back to Rome!" She was sure she could catch her. Her legs kept going as her body was fueled by rage and anger. The ultimate form of disrespect in her country was commited and she would not stand for it. Racing around the allyway she saw the girl rush to, she yelled at her again. "You better come here Novice! When I get my hands on you.." Her voice echoed into the allyway as she skidded to a stop to turn then rush after the girl. She was really in for it now.

Aashiq squinted some as he stared up at the sky, he had just finished his....chores..as he liked to call them, off jobs he still had to do on his probations of sorts. The assassin grumbled, taking the cowl of his hood and pulling it down just enough to cover his eyes, he still thought it was a misuse of his skills, and the irritation still stood. He shook his head, shaking the thoughts away as he leaned back on a wall, arms crossed as he watched a few people pass, the street wasn't very wide it was a nice place to relax for now. On coming footfall caught his attention, eyes lifting to the far side of the street. A fast moving but familiar figure came running around the corner. Aashiq grinned, holding a hand up as a wave, "Ah, malá kvetina, I havn't seen you in awh-..." he watched as she ran right by, barely even giving him a glance as she kept on running down the street. Aashiq stared blankly, lowering his hand, maybe there were guards....or she had somthing important to do. The assassin only shrugged, turning to settle himself back on the wall, when another set of hard footsteps came around the corner, this figure he also recognized, with a smirk he lifted off the wall yet again "ahh moja drahá, the light seems to be brighter now as I see your fac-...." the second female went flying by also. The hooden man now stared at the end of the street both of the female assassins left from, a frown spread on his face when it suddenly changed to realization. did somthing happen...? "...hovno" bringing a hand to his chin as he thought, only shaking his head, it was best he only hear about it. "za nešťastné,..... ako to je, bolo by to celkom udalosti" a slow smirk spread across his face, as he turned to find a better spot to rest.

And it was about time. Amadeo, the great Master Assassin (self-proclaimed to some extent) of Italy finally caught up on his missions, and he was giving himself the day off (actually, the Grand Master was) and he wasn't doing much of anything. Strolling through the streets of Rome was what he was good for... and he no longer had the need to go into any brothels, even though the real reason was probably because Alverita would punch him out and then Italy would be down another self-proclaimed badass.

Speaking of Alverita, as he was strolling the streets of Rome, he noticed a familiar figure running in his direction. He squinted, but as she got closer, Amadeo recognized it as... Alverita... and she was running from Leikari...

What?

The Assassin quirked a brow and before he could say anything or try to stop the girls, he was unceremoniously pushed out of the way and to the ground. A faceplant, to be exact. 'As if I need more scars on my face... merda.' Now that he thought about it, he could not have a "vacation" day without something like this happening.

Leikari's threats and weird shouts in her language, which she obviously knew weren't exactly nice, made Alverita push to run even faster through the streets of Roma. Running down one of the alleys, she could have swore she'd seen familiar red robes. As she ran past the man, she hoped that he would have stopped the maniac chasing her. Giving a quick glance behind her, she cursed and looked forward, continuing on. Apparently, he couldn't stop her. "Dios mio, she just doesn't quit." Making a sharp turn, she ran down another street, a rather...crowded street. She ran between crowds, spun around them, and in all of that, she was too late to realize she had pushed her mentor down to the floor, making him pretty much faceplant. "Uh oh.." That wasn't good either. The girl almost stopped to help the man up, but if she stopped, that crazy woman chasing her would probably kill her. The novice ran a few more feet before realizing something. Leikari couldn't do anything. At least not with Amadeo around. Becoming rather cocky, and daring once more, the girl balled her hand up into a fist, stopping sharply, and spun around, bringing her fist to Leikari's oncoming face. Bam, right in the mouth. The force of the impact hurt her knuckles, she could only imagine how it felt on Leikari's side....It wasn't a good idea to stick around and find out. Quickly shaking her hand to ease the pain from the punch, she shoved the papers into her robes, and ran to her mentor's side. He was already off the ground by now, so grabbed a hold of his arm, and stood slightly behind him, hoping in a way, that he'd save her. "Ella está tratando de matarme! She's crazy, maestro!" She pointed to the cut on her neck that blood trickled from. "Mira! She's crazy! She belongs in a brothel! Not around civilized people!" Averting her gaze from Amadeo over to Leikari, she gave a smirk. She was safe now. At least, that's what she thought.

Pushing herself on after the novice, she thought she saw a man in red, but she was far too angered and too set on the running novice to stop and see. "You better stop right there novice!" She called after her as they started to pass through a rather large crowd. Leikari didn't even care. She started to squeeze by and the people that didn't let her move through, she shoved out of the way. When Alverita came into her view again, she saw her push down someone. Taking a better look as she turned her head slightly, she realized who it was. Amade-- Suddenly she was stopped by a hand flying into her mouth. Teeth met lips which started to bleed immediately. The Pain shot through her mouth as she put her hand over it. "Kuso! Kuso, Kuso Kuso. それは傷つく！ああ、それは傷つける。あなたは死んで、ノービスだ。死んだ!" Feeling the blood seep from her mouth, she removed her hand and spit the blood onto the ground. It was a good amount of blood too. Tears nearly exited her eyes from the intense pain, but she kept them from running over and turned her angry eyes to the novice, she noticed she was hunching beside her Sensei. Shit. She thought before something suddenly brightened in her face. H'oohh Novice. You just made the wrong move. Dispite the intense pain that continued to shoot through her mouth, Leikari slowly moved over towards the two, but stopped, turned her head and spit out some more blood from her mouth. "Crazy, eh? Is it not that we always get in scuffles, Novice? And tha-" She was cut off by her slightly slurred words as well as the next words she was going to say. Shaking her head she waited until Amadeo looked elsewhere, more or less behind him, that she gave Alverita a grin and a look in her eyes that said I could tell right now, if you want. However, Leikari waved her hand and walked right past the two, not bothering to care what Amadeo said about anything.

Throwing one more glance back at the girl, she walked off, back the way she came. Hoping to find the man in Red, which she knew in the back of her mind was Aashiq. Moving through the crowd, she waited until she was out to spit another sum of blood from her mouth. Her fingers carefully poked her lips. Ow. She flinched at the sharp pain that shot through it. However kept moving. Her legs were slightly tired from chasing the girl for so long, but it didn't slow her down. Drawing in a shakey breath, the woman kept moving then stopped when she thought she reached the spot where Aashiq was. Looking down at the ground, she noticed boot prints, definately his. Following the prints, she turned down the street, then another only to see the man in red.
"Aashiq!" She managed to yell out before waving with her free hand. Damn. She turned her head again and spit out another mouthful of blood. That novice must have hit her hard. The blood was still flowing, but she did notice it wasn't as much as before. Her lips still hurt and she kept a hand to her mouth as she walked towards the now stopped man. Before finally stopping in front of him. She only gave a small wave, though she remained silent, since she didn't want to talk. For obvious reasons.

Amadeo grunted and pushed himself onto his knees and next, his feet. Wiping his face carefully and looking at his hand, he was grateful that there wasn't any blood. His face was saved... for now. However, he looked over just in time to see his novice turn and punch Leikari right in the mouth. Even though he flinched himself at the hit, the Assassin was proud that Alverita pulled such a move. Watching as the girl shoved papers into her robes, he listened to Leikari swear in her language. He then felt a weight on his arm.

Amadeo listened to the novice before looking up and quirking a brow at Leikari for what she had to say. "Che cosa? Honestly, what has gotten into you two? Is it that time already?" He turned his head to look down at Alverita and he shook his head. He heard the Japanese Assassin run off after a few seconds and he pat Alverita on the head. "Really, can I not enjoy a day off without someone starting a fight like the Templars just lead a full-on attack on us? Mio dio."

Shaking his head again, Amadeo started to walk down the street again, bringing his novice along. "Ma in realtà, Alverita. What was the reason for those acts? Tuttavia, quel pugno era piuttosto impressionante..."

Aashiq sighed, passing a few more people as he turned down the next ally, it wasn't very far from hi original spot, so it would do. Adjusting his hood again, he glanced back down the street he had just turned from, wondering if the issue with the two females had been resolved. The assassin found a shaded wall to lean up on, his eyes flicking to certain people as they passed, when he heard his name it made him look up and to the direction of it's source. A smirk spread across Aashiq's face as he squinted to see Leikari, the assassin was walking towards him.....but holding her face? As he watched her stand infront of him , somthing wasnt quite right. Raising an eyebrow he moved her hand out of the way, then winced "....Čo to do čerta Leikari.. he mummbled, moving a hand under her chin to turn her head to the side "Alverita did this, yes?" Aashiq was shocked the little novice could pack such a punch, or that she would attack a higher ranked assassin, to him that was unheard of. He paused while he waited to hear some sort of an explination, pulling out a small cloth, along with a bottle of water he carried out of habit. dabbing the cloth enough to make it damp, then cleaning some dried blood off her chin with a smirk, he couldnt help but be amused at the strange fighting between the two.