Cursing, Vlad flung his head back hard, listening for the crunch of cartilage meeting bone, even as he brought his heel to bear on her instep.

It was dirty fighting of the worst sort, perhaps, but then there was little time for niceties when one was fighting for their lives.

'If we live through this, I'm going to really have to take Ezio up on his offer.' He thought, striking at her ribs with his elbow.