Henry launched himself out of hiding, striking with preternatural speed and precision. With each silent strike, his enchanted dagger danced through the ranks of the skeltons, it fell the bones of the Skeletons.
The battle raged on as Henry moved gracefully from one skelton to another, deftly incapacitating them. His movements were like poetry in motion, the flickering moonlight reflecting the finesse with which he dispatched his adversaries.
The battle raged on as Henry moved gracefully from one skelton to another, deftly incapacitating them. His movements were like poetry in motion, the flickering moonlight reflecting the finesse with which he dispatched his adversaries. With each strike of his dagger, the skeltons crumbled into a pile of bone fragments, their dark energy dissipating into the night.
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