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 [b]Thanks, Strider. Now, on to the next one. This is more action, less talk. Not to say there [i]isn't[/i] talk, but it's probably shorter.[/b]
 
 [size=4]Chapter 2: Colosseo[/size]
 
 [i]Halfway to the Vista Mansion[/i]
 
 The vegetation was higher here, with some trees to offer more cover, more of the PMC troopers around, in addition to the Slicer unmanned aircraft with their infrared sensors and machine guns, but no more prisoners. Luckily, they hadn't run into much trouble from the Slicers, nor from many opposing Strykers. The one they had seen they were able to pass by without notice. That wasn't to say there was no combat. Rebels were pushing forward, with their own trucks and guns, in higher numbers. More talk of an "old man in a bodysuit" as they went. Also, talk of "jumping women in black" and "walking tanks", what there was of it she could basically understand through a language barrier that she had only very luckily passed with that one pair, perhaps due to stress caused by her. On the whole, the mercenaries spoke French, the rebels Spanish.
 
 Hours had passed on, the duo having been dropped off a ways away, Azumi left with Drebin's radio frequency of "148.93" for her to talk still if they found any weapons.
 
 Soldiers had passed out, normally by Azumi's haphazard handling of her new blade, bashing them on the side of the head with the blunt of it, or choking them until they were down for the count, distracted by the rebels. It was, indeed, a wakizashi, curved and silver in color with a black hilt and hand guard and an easily press-able switch on the side of the hilt for the electric charge. It was vibrating constantly, yes, from some unknown power source. Perhaps solar? No matter.
 
-She looked to Ezio as the went, finally ducking behind a tree, lowering the sword in favor of her handgun, putting the weapon in the awkwardly-placed sheath on her back parallel with where her other gun would go. She had to get that fixed. "How'm I doing? Not really used to a blade like this, no training."
+Ezio, meanwhile, had chosen to merely follow Azumi. She needed whatever training with her new weapon that she could get. It wasn't like the master assassin would ever lose his talent for killing any time soon.
 
 Azumi looked to Ezio as they went, finally ducking behind a tree, lowering the sword in favor of her handgun, putting the weapon in the awkwardly-placed sheath on her back parallel with where her other gun would go. She had to get that fixed. "How'm I doing? Not really used to a blade like this, no training."
 
 "Decent for one without proper training for the weapon. You will get better though, I am sure." Said Ezio after ducking behind a tree with Azumi.