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Red Carpet

At The Golden-Globes




  • Gwen go ballistics on Blake Shelton while at the event


  • The Voice couple, walked the Red Carpet Sunday, and Blake lost his mind. He was so out of control that Jimmy told Gwen its best if she leaves. All his embrassing acts recorded

    Ellen had Gwen on to confess everything and she tells her story


  • Released: The Full Clip From Ellen > >


  • Instinct. Good instincts worth a hundred men in the field, returned the armourer. But you missed target practice this morning. No excuse for that. And what about you said Ezio. Come on, grinned the armourer, weve got another of these cannon covering the left flank, and the commander of its gun crew is dead: crossbow bolt bang in his forehead. Dead before he hit the ground. You take over. Ive got my work cut out for me making sure none of the guns overheats or cracks. All right. But watch how you aim. Your friends troops are out there fighting the Borgia. We wouldnt want to take any of them out. What friend The armourer ked. Do me a favour, Ezio. This is a very small town. Ezio made his way to the second big gun. A gunner was sponging it down to cool it after firing as another was muzzleloading it with tampeddown powder and a 50pound iron ball. A third man prepared the slow match, lighting it at both ends so there would be no delay if one end accidentally burnt out at the moment of touch. Lets go, said Ezio as he came up. Signore! He scanned the field beyond the wall. The green grass was splattered with blood, and the fallen lay strewn among the wheatsheaves. He could see the yellow, black and blue livery of Caterinas men interspersed with the mulberry and yellow of the Borgia tunics. Get some of the smaller guns to pick out those individuals. Tell them to aim for the black and gold, Ezio snapped. And lets get this gun trained on the siege tower over there. Its getting too close for comfort; we need to take it out. The gunners heaved the cannon round and dipped the barrel so that it was aimed at the base of the approaching tower, which was no more than fifty yards from the walls by now. Ezio was busy directing aim when a nearby saker was hit. It exploded, flinging redhot bronze in every direction. Ezios gunner, who was inches away from him, had his head and shoulders sliced off by shards. The mans arms fell to the floor, and the remains of his body followed suit, speg blood like a fountain. The pungent smell of burnt meat filled Ezios nostrils as he leapt to take the gunners place.

  • Keep your nerve, he yelled to the rest of the crew. He squinted along the gunsight. Steady now and fire! The cannon thundered as Ezio jumped to one side and watched as the ball smashed into the base of the tower. Had that one shot been enough The tower lurched badly, seemed to steady, and then by God! crashed to the earth, seemingly in slow motion, throg some of the men it contained clear whilst crushing others. The screams of the wounded mules that had been dragging it forward added to the cacophony of panic and death the attendants of all battles. Ezio watched as Caterinas troops moved in swiftly to wipe out the wounded and bemused Borgia survivors. She herself was at the head, her silver breastplate flashing in the cold sunlight. Ezio saw her plunge her sword straight through a Borgia captains right eye and into his brain. The soldiers body squirmed in the agony of death for a long moment, pivoted by its point, his hands uselessly trying to clutch the firmly held blade and pull it out.

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