Man 1: Which way did he go?
Leandros: Could it be that you are every bit as deadly as the legends say? Or am I in charge of an army of drunks swinging sticks? Right this way, Ezio. Nowhere left to run now!
Ezio: Not for me, and not for you!
Leandros: Kill that dog! Cut him down!
Ezio: Ah. That dulls the pain.
Man 2: I can't see him anymore.
Leandros: Do your worst, malakas! What does it take to kill you, eh? Why will you not die!
Ezio: Don't you ever stop howling?
Leandros: Well, the old hound still has a bite.
Ezio: The book you carry. Where is it?
Leandros: Ah! Niccolo Polo's journal? This will do you no good, not now. We have found one of the Masyaf keys already, and are closing in on the rest.
Ezio: What is in that library is not for you. Not for the Templars.
Leandros: Ah, you can have Altair's books, Ezio. We only want guidance. We only want directions to the location of the Grand Temple.
Ezio: Grand Temple? Tell me more. Now! Requiescat in pace bastardo.