Assassin's Creed II: Brotherhood, Revelations
Poor Ezio. He’s been caught up in a centuries-old holy war since he was a youth; by the time he goes to Constantinople he’s into his golden years and no longer able to nimbly (ok, maybe still somewhat nimble) to parkour around the cities of Renaissance antiquity with ease. “This used to be easy,” Ezio mutters to himself, scaling yet another tower. At least he doesn’t need a cane.