From the shadowed alcove, I watched the courtyard erupt. Torches blazed, illuminating the clash. Xander at the forefront, sword in hand, his roar cutting through the night as he cleaved through a rebel's armor. Blood sprayed, dark and sticky, and something primal stirred in me. He fought like how he fucked...brutal, unrelenting, a mad king reveling in the violence. A knight fell beside him, arrow in the throat, but Xander didn't flinch, pressing forward with a ferocity that made my pulse race.The battle spilled inward, rebels pouring through a side gate, their cries a mix of ancient war chants and street slang from the city's underbelly. 'Down with the tyrant!' one bellowed, voice carrying the grit of the docks. I pressed against the wall, heart hammering, as a skirmish broke out nearby. A rebel spotted me, eyes narrowing. 'You! King's whore?' lunging with a dagger. Panic surged, but before he could come close enough, Xander appeared like a shadow, blade flashing. The man's head
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