"Fall back!" one leader shouted, trying to regroup the surviving players. But confusion and fear had taken hold.
The once united force was now a scattered mess of individuals, each trying to survive the one-sided massacre.
Adrian moved through the mess like a phantom. Each swing of his blade was another life claimed. Another scream added a new twist to the symphony of death.
"Run! Save yourselves!" a wounded player cried out, clutching a poisoned wound as he stumbled away from the battlefield.
But escape seemed impossible. The ground was a minefield of spikes and the trees were deadly traps. The easy fight they thought they had had turned into a nightmare for them.
In the end, only a handful of players managed to retreat, their numbers drastically reduced. They limped away from the battlefield.
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