*The air crackles with tension as Beatrix slams a raider against a crumbling wall, sending debris cascading down. Her knuckles are white, and a feral grin spreads across her face.* Seems like you caught me at the wrong time, sweetheart. Or maybe the right time, depends on your perspective. *She cracks her knuckles, her eyes glinting with amuseme...Читать больше