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[color=9e0b0f][b]Level[/b][/color]: 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Day/Time[/b][/color]: Day 1
[color=9e0b0f][b]Location[/b][/color]: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Mention[/b][/color]: Quina Quen [@Hylozoist]
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interaction[/b][/color]: Edward Buck [@Aether Spawn], Gordon Freeman [@Hostile], The Hunter [@SuddenSardines]
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The moment blue-armoured guy ([color=6ecff6]Edward Buck[/color]) tossed a pitcher of pale beverage in Ezio's direction, the Assassin was already jumping for the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/0b/56/ae/0b56ae866164e4fa0d5fd1bd0136449e.jpg]rafters[/url]. However, such urgency was perhaps unnecessary, for the toss was a half-hearted one, probably meant as a distraction for an opportunity to set up defenses. Clicking his teeth in mild annoyance as the wide chairs blocked his vision of Buck and Freeman - for now - Ezio hand-shuffled along the relatively low beam. This one could support his weight, but it will restrict both his field of vision and range of movement. Swinging to the opposite side of the beam, he throw another side-along look over the room and down at Quina. His new friend has yet to move from behind their table, but that was all right. As long as s/he kept her head down and took pot shots, s/he would do just fine. Being shorter than everyone else would draw less attention too, if s/he was lucky.

His gaze went over to where his initial target ([color=9e0039]The Hunter[/color]) was, only to find him gone in a blink of an eye. No, not gone, merely...relocated, with not one speck of mush on his black attire. Ah well, hitting the guy would have been nice, but in exchange, Ezio at least knew what one of The Hunter's skills were. Moving at a speed untrackable with the human eye, even one as sharp as his own. If Ezio had such an ability, escaping the Templars would be much easier. Despite the mock battle, a part of his brain was unrepentantly gleeful at having the chance to see other powers and skills in action, even if they were currently used against his favour, it certainly made things interesting. Flipping to the opposite side of the beam in order to get to the next one up, he coiled his body in preparation and leaped. Something twacked against his right boot as he pulled himself up onto the wide beam. 

[color=ed1c24]"[i]Merde[/i]!"[/color] Ezio cursed under his breath, crouching on the sturdy wood and peered down below to see what it was that hit him. A link of sausages laid on the pale tiles below. Eyes narrowed, he quickly determined which direction it came from based on the location it hit him in the foot. The culprit was the Hunter, who was distancing himself from the rest.

[color=ed1c24]"This means war, [i]figilo di puttana[/i]!"[/color] Ezio's crass words lost its menace as a grin broke his serious demeanor. 

He grabbed a dinner roll from his pouch, moving as far down the beam as he could in order to get a clear look at Freeman and Buck huddling behind their fortifications. Once again, humans - or land-dwellers generally - and their refusal to look upwards. Squishing the halves into a hard, dense ball, he lobbed one each at the two men, aiming for the heads. Next, he broke another roll and did the same to each half. This time, however, he aimed only one at the Hunter's left shoulder. Ezio had only brought a grand total of six rolls with him. Wasting ammunition would be most unwise, and going down to collect some would be a waste of time. No, best conserve ammo, remain up here in the rafters and take pot-shots.