Late Afternoon,
Battle Forest.
Critic-Ishire.
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Meanwhile,
The forest was a battleground, the air thick with the sounds of clashing steel and the cries of the wounded. The Caramel Skin Twins, Gabriel and Tom, fought side by side, their movements a coordinated dance of deadly precision. Their daggers flashed in the dim light, slicing through the air with synchronized ferocity.
Gabriel, his skin glistening with sweat, moved with an agility that belied his growing exhaustion. His brother Tom was a blur of motion beside him, their twin blades creating a formidable barrier against the advancing witches. The enemy's eyes glowed with malevolent intent, their cackling laughter echoing through the trees as they launched their attacks.
"They brought kids to the playground" the magic practitioners taunted repeatedly.
