The stolen bodies

Erik and Rebecca moved through the building with grim determination, the air thick with tension and the ever-present scent of blood.

Every corridor, every room, held a new group of adversaries, all members of the Crystal Cross Gang, their faces marked with a blend of confidence and fear as they confronted Erik's relentless advance.

Rebecca trailed behind Erik, her eyes wide, a silent witness to the storm of violence that he unleashed.

She felt a mixture of awe and terror at his ability, his mastery of combat on full display.

Though her powers were formidable, she recognized the futility of her involvement in the face of so many skilled opponents.

Her role became that of a spectator, her heart pounding as she watched Erik's deadly dance.

The young man moved like a snake, his body a fluid instrument of destruction, his blade singing its deadly song.