Lost Enemies

Julius stood on the rooftop, adorned in a long, tailored coat of dark brown and black leather, accented with golden flourishes and intricate elven patterns. Beneath the coat, fitted leather armor provides protection without hindering his agility. His right arm is a sophisticated steampunk mechanical prosthetic equipped with various gadgets. A wide, gear-buckled belt holds essential tools, while black leather gloves and knee-high boots with metal treads ensure a firm grip. The high collar and short cape impose fear on those who see him, and a hood with a half-mask to hide his identity. the city sprawled out below him, bathed in the glow of the setting sun. He drew his bow, the familiar tension of the string bringing a sense of calm and focus. His eyes locked onto his target, the silhouette speeding through the streets on his Steam Drifter, a steam-powered bicycle that hissed like a snake as it zipped by.