As they fought off the rest, only one man stood. Sky grinned insanely and shot her hand forward, the blade catching his heart. Stripped of his life, it was like slow motion. He fell, heart no longer beating, and Sky stood there in his place. Her silhouette was harshly illuminated by the moonlight, casting shadows across the concrete. You can only imagine how awe-struck the people felt in this moment. They were saved by an assassin, a true warrior. She was standing there, hood hiding her face and cloak snapping in the wind. The gauntlet blades flicked back and were hidden among the gauntlets again. The people walked forward in awe and were murmuring "Ezio... Black-Wing... Thank you..."