on your left

The cavern roared with the sound of clashing forces, the very air crackling with dark energy. I tightened my grip on the artifact, feeling its power thrumming in my hands like a living thing, volatile and barely contained. Finn was a blur of motion beside me, his strength keeping the enemy's physical onslaught at bay. Every swing of his weapon was precise, each strike met with a force that sent shockwaves through the ground beneath our feet.

Zara moved with a deadly grace, her eyes sharp as she analyzed the enemy's movements, finding weaknesses where none should exist. She called out instructions, her voice steady amidst the chaos. "Finn, on your left!" she shouted, and he responded instantly, blocking an attack that would have cleaved him in two.