Darkness strained against the blood red sky of the night. Sharp edges of firearms and heavy machinery thumped and clinked together as one of the Darkest Knights trudged forward along a rooftop.

The Grim Knight grunted as one of his many rifles slipped from its place on his belt, crashing to the concrete of the roof.

"Dammit," he muttered, his voice low. He glanced around before bending down to pick up the gun while he waited for his leader.