The joy of throwing guards around in Assassin's Creed 2
Renaissance manhandling Ezio Auditore, the fire of Firenze, pulls the guard close in passionate embrace. Its an intimacy born not of love but its close cousin, hate. The sword connects, though not with its intended target. Instead it catches Ezio in the shoulder, knocking the assassin off-balance. The farce of it all is worth every one of the twelve hitpoints he loses in the process. Its the yes, and… of improvisational calamity....