Vincenzo, it seems only yesterday we trained together. I try to wound him, but he is not holding back! He exposes his side and I react! I will mourn him later.
Why do they face me one at a time? Together, they could easily take me!
One of our recruits sweeps low and I swing high! I have left him with a horrible scar, but he may survive.
A thrown knife digs into my shoulder. I shudder as I pull it out and hurl it back into its owner's right eye!
I leave my Brothers either dead or disabled and continue. There is no returning to the Order. No returning to Roma. Only Agnadello.