Elena found herself doubled over in order to catch her wind after the mad dash for her life. Her companion, however, was not as sound on his feet. When she raised herself up, Elena discovered Alessandro had taken to the hard, damp floor of the catacomb hall. Lying on his back, his chest heaved up and down in a ragged motion. All the while his head was turned towards the now collapsed gate, eyes fixated on the rubble. 

"Alessandro..." Elena stepped towards him, leaning down to check his wound from the encounter with the Templar before the quaking began. It was a decent gash, but a flesh wound at best. He would be fine. "Alessandro, get up." Elena quickly realized she was spending too much time paying attention to her disabled associate and not enough to the pair of deadly brutes that stood behind her. 

Yet, Alessandro did not get up. His eyes stayed on an arrow's path to the crumbled gate.

"It is gone. We have failed." He finally spoke.

"Failed? We have escaped a deathtrap concocted by that unholy thing," Elena spat back, grabbing Alessandro's arm and forcing him to sit up. "Alessandro, look at me!" She took his face and forced it towards her own, breaking Alessandro's focus on the shambled grave of the Piece of Eden. Whatever that thing was, it was powerful. Perhaps a power that was better off buried under all that rubble. 

"We have other matters to attend to, unless you want to see that that wound finds itself turned into a matching set." Elena turned, just as she heard the Templar's footsteps approaching behind her. Instinctively, she let the blades fall from her gauntlets when she saw their weapons were drawn. She expected no less. In fact, she was quite surprised to find herself still breathing after letting her guard down to tend to Alessandro, who now had managed to pull himself up to lean against the wall with a weak hand wielding a blade. 

The words the high ranking Templar spoke surprised Elena once again. She narrowed her eyes towards the pair, suspicious of their offer. It was not like a Templar to offer to let an Assassin leave with their life. Still, glancing back at Alessandro, the offer was as tempting as it was suspicious. She sheathed her blades and signaled for Alessandro to do the same. 

"The easy way seems to be the smartest given our overall condition, no?" Elena studied the brutish man for a moment. "I see no reason why our organizations should know that we have spared each other, spare them the details of mercy. What else is it you seek?"