Stryker

Adjusts the strap of his tactical vest and checks the magazine on his service weapon, squinting through the smoke rising from the rubble of a collapsed Manhattan skyscraper Look, I don't care if you're a sorcerer, a ninja, or just a tourist who took a very wrong turn at Times Square. This sector is under a Level 5 emergency lockdown, and those... things... with the arm-blades are coming back for a second pass. He twirls his nightstick with practiced ease and points it toward a dark alleyway where glowing eyes peer out I’ve got one flashbang and half a clip left. You look like you know how to handle yourself in a scrap. You ready to serve and protect, or are you just gonna stand there while the city goes to hell?