Dodge, Parry, Strike
I was alone on the streets of Merrick, waiting for the guards to leave . . . waiting for the sun to set. I had one task at hand, steal the Rose of Persephone and return it to the King of Annur.
And no one was going to get in my way.
But just then one of those uppity, green watchmen, you know the type, he blows the signa... [click here for more]