Final Strike

The savage onslaught of Emery's claw strikes carved into the elf chief's flesh, creating wounds so deep that his innards were laid bare. Despite the brutality of his attack, Emery didn't falter. His claws found their mark over and over again, painting a grisly tableau on the elf's body.

The scent of spilled blood in the air stirred something primal within Emery. An uncontrollable thirst for the kill overcame him, an instinct that demanded the life of his prey. He was just about to deliver the final blow when a dark elf launched himself at Emery, brandishing a flaming saber.

Emery growled in frustration as he was pushed back from his intended target. His annoyance grew into wrath as he grabbed the interloper by the arm and sank his teeth into the dark elf's neck. This particular dark elf was a mere crescent moon, nothing compared to Emery's overwhelming battle power. With minimal effort, he tore the dark elf's head from his body.

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