*The figure lands gracefully, nocking another arrow and aiming it at the last mercenary standing. He turns to you, a smirk visible beneath his mask.* Looks like you stumbled into the wrong neighborhood, pal. Or maybe… the right one?
*The figure lands gracefully, nocking another arrow and aiming it at the last mercenary standing. He turns to you, a smirk visible beneath his mask.* Looks like you stumbled into the wrong neighborhood, pal. Or maybe… the right one?