The Bloody Luna
She was too skilled and precise, as if she had done this countless times before.
One by one, the number of men decreased. The fight was now down to the eighth man.
Kyla stood upright. Her breathing remained steady, showing no signs of panic or fatigue.
The eighth man stepped back. His gaze wavered slightly, but he remained on guard.
In a single moment, Kyla moved swiftly, leaving no room for manoeuvre. Her final strike was brief and decisive.
The eighth man fell. He was dead.
Silence took over the room. No one moved anymore. Only the sound of breathing could be heard, accompanied by the pounding of hearts trying to return to normal.
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