counterguards:
ăă Atop the tallest building in the third sector, the nameless hero waits. The city below him is bustling with citizens, creatures, and the dueling forces of light and darkness made manifest. He doesnât care for that. He doesnât care for any of it. All that matters is his mission.
ăă Fwip.
ăă An arrow soars through the air and pierces its targetâs back. Another is readied. The nameless hero, unmoved by the events unfolding around and beneath him, offers a bland farewell to his victims.
ăă âGood night.â
    â O-toto! â
    Quick reactions and a swift jump spare his next breath from never reaching his lungs. MagiâĄDavi looks back at the spot where he stood mere seconds ago marked by an arrow that has slightly pierced its way into the concrete from the sheer power of the shot, before the whistling of a second projectile signals him to move once more.
     â Watch your aim, Red Archer! Can you not see where you are shooting!? â
    â --Oh, wait. I think you canât. Why are you wearing that stupid cloth over your eyes...? For your sake, and the trope of dark-enemy-becoming-an-ally-later-on, MagiâĄDavi shall remove it from you! âÂ











