~EGON’S POV~
Having been familiarised with every street of Hamilton in our attempt to escape the guards, we have gathered some confidence about tracking Harriet. Unfortunately, our journey to my sister's whereabouts isn’t going to be a smooth one, as we once again encounter the guards, lurking at the dark end of the street.
“What do we do now?” asks Dexter, grabbing the handle of his sword.
“As there appear to be no means to avoid combat, I believe we might be forced to make use of our swords,” I announce, as we march towards the enemy.
Mindful of the responsibility that we might have to bear upon fatally wounding any of the guards, we try earnestly to land harmless attacks, which still fortuitously end up spilling our enemy’s blood, thus leaving us with the urgency to exit the pla
