I may be low health, but I have some fight in me yet. I’ve been jumping from platform to platform, some disintegrating within seconds, to a safe haven of a rooftop. I jump down into a gang of neon-clad enemies wielding clubs, hammers, and bombs, unaware of my presence or any threats from above. I strike one, blink away to another, then roll out of a third enemy’s bat swing. Unfortunate...[Read More]