Ezio heard the footsteps pounding behind him and the angry voices shouting death threats. Shocked civilians scrambled out of his way, gasping at the sight of the chase.
The white-hooded assassin looked back over his shoulder to check on his progress. Even though he was running as fast as he could, there were two guards quickly gaining on him.
Shit! Run! he yelled at himself. There was no chance to fight against so many people without getting seriously injured, or worse, dead. His legs were getting tired but he couldn't afford to stop if he wanted to get away with his life.
He rounded a corner in the busy street, searching for a way to lose
