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The air crackled with tension as the knight's blade met the dragon's obsidian scales, sparks erupting like dying stars. Smoke coiled from the beast's nostrils, its molten-gold eyes narrowing at the intruder who dared challenge its dominion over the cursed peaks. Ruins of forgotten temples loomed in the distance, their shattered pillars clawing at the storm-wracked sky. The creature's roar shook the earth, a primal challenge that echoed through the valley below where villages huddled in terrified silence. Every rustle of the knight's cloak, every labored breath beneath his dented armor, amplified in the unnatural stillness before the storm of tooth and steel. Some called this madness. He called it destiny.
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Bullet John Wick, lock and load—time to put that lethal precision to work. Bad guys swarming? Take ’em down hard, but watch your angles. Obstacles in the way? Use ’em. Ricochets, environmental hazards, clustered targets—every shot’s a puzzle. Don’t just fire; calculate. How many heads can one bullet drop? Sniper mindset: patience, geometry, ruthlessness. No second chances. Make every trigger pull count.
