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- Take them down!!! - Imaris, the Mad Wolf, shouted, breaking the brief silence.

The Knights were taken aback, but Locken quickly gave the key orders and positioned everyone. Some rushed into a counterattack, some stayed to defend their position, and three more were tasked with moving with Arandor to a safe zone; reinforcements were on their way.
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- Everything is under control!
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A huge metal arrow hits a Knight in the chest, and he falls dead, barely taking a step after saying those words. Black shadows suddenly appear next to Arandor and his guards, and a fight breaks out.
Cursed blades flashed in the air with monstrous speed; the Knights had no chance.
Arandor ran forward as fast as he could, not paying attention to the road and not knowing what was ahead. Behind him, he could hear the clashing of blades, cries of rage and agony, and Imaris's insane laughter, accompanied by the relentless burst of a semi-automatic weapon. Arandor ran as fast as he could; he would have stopped to rest long ago, but a characteristic rustling sound, which had been following him since the beginning of the battle, wouldn't let him.
Suddenly, the ground under his feet ends.