Snippet #1586510

"Idiotic, my dear man?" Ibram asks, eyebrow raised "This is life, and maybe you ought to think about just how stupid this war was while you live in a nice townhouse in the Madrid with your daughter, under the eye of Countess Carmen." He snaps his fingers, and the Assassins take William and Arlena into the limo, where one of the Assassins has killed the driver and will take them away. Just before the limo door is closed, Ibram decides to prove it's over to the King. He pulls Alexandrea close to him, and kisses her in front of her father and her sister. "It's over, it's finally over." He sighs as he hugs her, than pulls away. "Our lives and people can be at peace." He smiles at her, than the twing of a crossbow echoes, and the Lycan's smile turns into a gasp of pain and astonishment, a crossbow bolt with a silver tip pierced through his body, entering from his back and the tip showing through his clothing in his chest. He looks down at the blood and the bolt, and looks back up at his fiancee in shock before collapsing. Ezio rushes towards Ibram, and checks his vitals. "It's not fatal, he should be fine." the Assassin says before a groan from behind him nabs his attention. One of the Vampire Guards holds the crossbow shakily, the bolt from the Assassins in his arm. "My Lord, I shall serve your wish unto death." He says behind gritting teeth to William before reloading, this time with a wooden bolt, and aiming at Alexandrea. He fires off the bolt, before succumbing to his wounds and Ezio's pistol.

OOC: He's only wounded, he won't die. So don't commit suicide or anything, and please don't make it so the shot kills her.