The sinister snicker from Yegor grew louder as he made a swift dash into March, his limp not slowing him down much. Around them, the attention of the lurking Raglers shifted, their decaying faces lifting to meet the two men with malicious smiles forming on their grotesque features.
As Yegor disappeared into the husk of a dilapidated skyscraper, Lando unsheathed his sword in preparation. One of the Raglers lunged at him, but with a swift movement, Lando's blade met its chest. "YOUR FRIENDS ARE WEAK, LANDO!" Yegor's taunting voice echoed amidst the ruins. Lando responded by driving his sword into the skull of another Ragler, his foot forcefully connecting with another.
The atmosphere became even more charged, the looming thunderstorm growing in intensity. Lightning jaggedly cut across the sky, one bolt striking the ground, incinerating several Raglers upon impact.
