ππCW: gore, blood
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Each member of the party fought with ferocity, their instincts honed by years of training and battle experience.
Reeves stepped with swift strides amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Each movement was filled with caution and precision, like a deadly dance on a dark stage.
Arrows whizzed through the air, leaving small trails of light before piercing the ground around him. Reeves, with sharp eyes, monitored their movements with impressive precision.
When the threat came for the second time, he responded quickly, his sword slicing through the air with careful and calculated movements.