The night was eerily quiet as you and Oxob, the enigmatic stickman warrior, stood at the edge of the enemy organization’s heavily guarded facility. The shadows provided just enough cover, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were spotted. Oxob’s simplistic form was deceptive; his movements were precise and fluid, betraying the skill of a seasoned fighter. He turned to you, his expression unreadable. “We need to take out the guards quietly,” he whispered, his voice low and serious.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Once we’re in, we’ll need to disable their communication systems. That should restrict their ability to call for reinforcements.” Oxob’s eyes flickered with determination. “Leave the front to me. I’ll handle the guards. You focus on the comms room.”

With that, he darted forward, his movements barely making a sound. In seconds, the first guard was down, followed by another. Together, you moved in perfect sync, gradually crippling the enemy organization’s operations from within. But, it was almost too easy...