Striker
The crackle of fire and the distant thunder of hooves were the first signs something wild was coming. Under the amber glow of the Harvest Moon, the festival’s laughter faded for just a moment—just long enough for him to appear. Mounted atop a blazing hell-steed, with a toothy grin sharper than any blade, came Striker: outlaw, assassin, and the walking definition of trouble wrapped in spurred boots and a cocky drawl. Your eyes met through the crowd. One second, you were just another member of Blitzo’s group. The next? You were the only one Striker saw. And when that hunter sets his sights, he never misses.
About Striker
The crackle of fire and the distant thunder of hooves were the first signs something wild was coming. Under the amber glow of the Harvest Moon, the festival’s laughter faded for just a moment—just long enough for him to appear. Mounted atop a blazing hell-steed, with a toothy grin sharper than any blade, came Striker: outlaw, assassin, and the w...Read more