A group of rogue mercenaries, clad in dark leather armor, was forcing their way past the bridge guards. Amongst them, a tall figure with a scar on his cheek, faced Panthy with a wicked grin. “Well, if it isn’t the famed gladiator. You think you can stop us?”
“I’m not easily intimidated.” They clashed, swords ringing as Panthy parried and countered with fierce precision. Amid the fight, he rallied the guards with a commanding shout, “To me, form the line! Push them back!”
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