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... of boots against dirt, the low growls of the remaining Orcs, and the heavy breathing of Liam's group as they prepared for the next round of battle. Marcus stood with his sword at the ready, staring down one of the Orcs. Its hulking frame towered over him, muscles rippling under its rough skin as it snarled, brandishing a crude club.
"This one's mine," Marcus muttered, his voice low but laced with determination.
Jason stood to his left, gripping the axe he'd claimed in his earlie ...
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