Total madness.

All Vittorio couldn hear is Marco and Zita's shrill screeching as he tried to keep the horses on the road. Stupid carrage! Stupid road! Stupid horses! Stupid mission! STUPID NOVICES! He screamed in his head. They had guards on their asses and they needed to get this weapon shipment away from the Borgia hands. It's an important mission, but of course, Mentore HAD to leave him and his completely qualified teammate with two little recruits on their first mission who couldn't do anything better but wet themselves.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled, not daring to take his eyes off the road. Of course, Vittorio didn't see Candida clutching the front of the carrage in her nervousness. Though all she could think was how she should have taken the wheel, Vittorio's too reckless and proud!

Marco was tightly wedged between a couple boxes in a feedle position practically losing his voice because of his screaming like a little girl. Zita was trying, and failing, at shooting the guards off their horses with a crossbow, which Candida just slapped in her arms and told her to shoot. Waste of bolts.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" Marco yelled.

Candida, finally losing her calm, smacked the snivelling recruit upside the head and climbed in back. "WHAT ARE YOU? A MAN OR A CHILD?" She then reclaimed her crossbow from Zita and started to snipe the guards off their horses, or shooting horse down, left and right. But it wasn't after long that she ran out of bolts, most wasted because of Zita's use. She strapped it to her back and tried to think of how else they could get rid of the now gaining guards.

"WHERE DO THEY KEEP COMING FROM?" Zita shouted, eyes wide and hands gripping the edge of the carrage.

"HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW," Vittorio snapped, "JUST TRY AND SHAKE THEM!"

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

One of the guards on horseback was close, like right next to the carrage and about to climb on close. Vittorio only looked back for two seconds before barking, "MARCO, QUIT YOUR CRYING AND DO SOMETHING!"

"DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!" Then he kicked his leg out, knocking a crate off the carrage. Although Candida was about to yell at him for it, she was silenced when she saw that the weapons inside were completely destoryed on impact. And Marco, struggling for balance on the wobbling cart, stood and snatched the reins of the guard's horse, and with a harsh tug back, the horse stopped before falling forward nearly dragged. The guard flew off and somersulted over the dirt, nearly run over by the back wheel.

Vittorio would ahve smiled if it weren't for the fact there was still a bunch of others. And in front, a wooden bridge. "WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO JUMP!"

Candida snapped her head forward to look at the back of his hooded head. "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"TRUST ME!" He said. "EVERYONE IN FRONT, NOW!"

The white team and Candida did as told and got to the front of the carrage, where Vittorio held the latch which kept the horses attached to the carrage. "WAIT FOR IT!" The very moment the horses came thundering onto the bridge, the wooden beams started to break from underneath, he released the latch and shouted, "JUMP!"

All four lundged forward and rolled on the wooden bridge as it broke from under the heavy carrage. The horses sped right to the otherside, taking a few more boards with them. Vittorio got to his feet and grabbed Candida by the arm to haul her up, and grabbed Marco by the hood just after.

"Come on! OFF THE BRIDGE! MOVE!" He ordered as the rest was starting to cave. His heart didn't stop pounding, even after he was safely on solid ground. Only after he was sure they all made it across safely that he started to calm himself down.

Zita stared down the cliffside to see the shattered remains of the carrage and it's cargo. "So much for the weapons."

"We don't need the muskets anyways," Marco rasped, his voice practically gone now.

Vittorio, fell backwards on the grass and promptly fainted.

When they returned to the hideout a day later, Marco was telling the story about how he and Zita saved everyone, and Zita truthfully admitted that she couldn't shoot anything and that Candida did so much better. But Ezio found it most believable when Candida told the closer to true story about how Marco screamed his vocalcords out, Zita wasted her crossbow bolts, and Vittorio pretty much saved their asses. Well, whereever the hell she got the swordfighting on the carrage was beyond him.

I was feeling stupid. Hurpderp...