The Guardian
A gust of wind gently propelled the rook towards the scene unfolding below. A band of Cyberpunks had gathered in the rocky outcrop beneath it. Circling them, it observed intently. The bird was nothing but a black speck in the sky and remained unnoticed to those on the ground. Using the rook’s razor-sharp vision, The Guardian sat back with closed eyes and surveyed the scene unfolding beneath.
“So, they plan to ambush us,” he muttered watching their feeble attempts to conceal themselves.
The rook swooped down for a closer look. Suddenly there was a streak of orange in the sky, the bird made a quick turn and narrowly dodged the laz-blast which came from below. Gathering speed, the...