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... thrum of a bowstring echoed through the dense forest. The Withered Leaf Tribe’s Ratman Warriors couldn’t even get a clear look at the figure drawing a bow in the shadowy canopy before sharp arrows, powerful enough to pierce their black armor, accurately pierced their skulls.
SWISH!
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The arrows sliced through the air with a sharp whistle, carving trails of death through the twilight.
Finally, as they watched their comrades fall one after anothe ...
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