Training Martial Arts and Parkour

Anger ran throught Amo's head as he saw images in his head of his dead wife. He remembered her last word. "Quida Alonso, por favor, Gonzalo." His wife said. Take care of Alonso, please, Gonzalo.
"Si Hermanita." Amo cried out.

He had thought about it, it was time that Spain didn't have the injustice they had, where the soilders could kill anyone they wanted and just take what they wanted.

He stood on the roof, he was taught combat when he was younger by his father and uncles. He knew how to handle a sword, staff, gun, and knife. He had been asked for help, by a fighter and expert who was now a priest. Someone had been hired to kill the King Of Spain, Amo saw this as his first mission.

At night as Amo was in his Águila Roja costume he saw a man setting traps. Amo took a deep breath and desided his first training would be to jump down and land in a cool stance on his one knee and another foot kneeling, and a fist on the ground.

"Here goes nothing."

Amo jumped down and landed, then put his foot on the wall, kicked himself up and held on the wooden railing, as the assassin shot arrows at him with a crossbow, Amo dodged them.

Remember, kick up in the face, foot down, staff out and smack in the face.

Amo kicked the assassin in the face, quickly put his foot down, took his staff out and smacked the man in the face with the staff and then held the mans neck.

"WHO WANT'S TO KILL THE KING?!" Amo gritted.
The man chocked and Amo threw him off the building, blood coming out the mans head.

"Mielda!" Amo dropped a red feather and left.

((Credit to me who speaks spanish fluently.))