A Legend in the Making? (Page 2 of 7)

Where the Streets Have No Name

Standing in the streets of Durham, the fifth episode in the game, it's immediately obvious that developer Spark has made major progress in polishing this highly promising shooter. The graphics are much improved since the build we saw earlier this year with near-finalized lighting and tactile textures. Eerie fires light the street as the sun dwindles below the horizon, and a chapel looms menacingly in the distance.

I run down the street maneuvering past fallen debris from the surrounding buildings. Members from the Council of 98, protectors of the mythological-turned-real Pandora's Box, cover my blind spots as we approach a closed gate. It's game time!

Actually, it's an ambush. Werewolves lope down the street and crawl from nearby windows in waves. I fire my assault rifle in short, controlled bursts, but have a hard time hitting the targets. These lycanthropic bastards are unnervingly fast and nimble. Smarter than the mindless grunts found in most shooters, Legendary's werewolves crawl on walls and through barricades, snarling and gnashing their teeth as they approach for the killing blow.

Ammo nearly depleted, I fall back into a dilapidated two-story house. Upstairs, it's safe...until an alpha werewolf leaps through a hole in the wall and starts gnawing on my skull. No good! I swap to the shotgun hoping to deal more close-range punishment, a key gameplay element in Legendary. Though I best the beast, I've learned a key lesson: beware the alpha pack leader wolves.

I break away and leap back into the street. I have a better fighting chance in the open, and with the support of the Council, the alpha hordes go down hard. I crisscross my way through some nearby alleys, blasting through hordes of lower-ranking werewolves. One leaps above a doorway, picks up a concrete block, and hurls it at a nearby Council mercenary. Before he can get back up and brush off the assault, the beast pounces onto his chest, picks him up by both feet, and smashes his limp body over and over again into the asphalt. He's dead.

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