You fire off a couple of bolts to dispatch two grunts, before dropping down onto the head of the guard beneath you and nestling your blade in their neck. They're as helpless as goldfish in a bowl, loomed over by a cat, its swiping paw primed. ![]() You look down over your surroundings from your perch, monitoring the patrol routes of a few guards so you know exactly who's looking where.
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