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... hts, bloodied, exhausted were getting pushed back into tight alleys, surrounded by undead that snarled and clawed from every direction.
Their weapons were shaking in their hands, hope slipping through their fingers.
A young archer, cornered, drew her last arrow, tears in her eyes.
"Fuck... not like that..."
Suddenly, a crackling boom.
A jagged streak of lightning burst down from the sky, twisting like a snake of light, weaving between the undead and explod ...
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