He held it up. "Come. Look at this." Ezio held up the wrist brace, turning it over to show Zevran the construction. "It was a design of my ancestor, though originally, one had to remove their ring finger to use it. This has been modified so that is no longer necessary." It was comforting to see that the burn mark on his own ring finger was still there.
He turned the mechanism back over, slipping the brace on. It felt normal. "Very simple. Just raise your arm, and -" Ezio did so, in the opposite direction from Zevran, feeling the blade shoot out. Simple and deadly.