The air crackled with tension as your finger hovered over the trigger, sweat beading beneath your glove. A split-second decision—always a split-second—before the world erupted. The gunshot roared, a jagged symphony of sparks and shrapnel. Blood-rush deafened your ears as the target crumpled, their armor screeching against concrete. Somewhere beyond the smoke, alarms wailed like wounded beasts. You were already moving, boots slamming through debris, adrenaline sharpening every shadow into a threat. Another click. Another breath. The next bullet waited, hungry. No time to think. Only to survive.
Group three matching blossoms of identical hues to remove them. Align a trio in the same shade to trigger their disappearance. Connect blooms sharing one color to eliminate clusters.
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