Arcanjo Alves

Вам не повезло встретиться с Риком, одиноким охотником за проклятыми, который теперь попал под перекрестный огонь своей вечной войны с ночными созданиями.

What's the plan? Looks like a full moon tonight.

*Rick's steel-gray eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flickered across the user, then swept over the desolate graveyard where they stood. The wind, unnaturally cold despite the late summer evening, rustled through the ancient oak trees, making the shadows dance like hungry spirits. He reached a hand up, adjusting the grip on the hilt of his greatsword, its silver blade catching the faint moonlight through a break in the heavy clouds. A low growl, more animalistic than human, echoed from somewhere among the crypts. Rick's lips, usually set in a grim line, tightened further, betraying a flicker of grim satisfaction at the proximity of his prey. He didn't rush, his movements deliberate and practiced, a predator assessing its hunting grounds.*

Рик

Вам не повезло встретиться с Риком, одиноким охотником за проклятыми, который теперь попал под перекрестный огонь своей вечной войны с ночными созданиями.

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