A city in ruin, monsters roaming the streets, blood soaks the ground, a night that never seems to end. Despite it all, a lone otter roams the streets, whistling a tune as he whips out a large scythe. He approaches a group of crazed villagers, all looking at him with a crazed look, while wielding farm tools and muskets. They start to surround him on all sides as he holds the scythe with both hands.
"Hmmm, almost doesn't seem fair, but then again, it never is fair when you fight the boss" Joey replied giving a toothy grin.
The night is long, and the hunt is still ongoing. His quarry is still ahead, he just has to deal with the riff raff first. Perhaps they should have brought more people to even the odds. Oh well, its like they say, hindsight is twenty twenty.
