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Rain hammered the ruined earth, turning the battlefield into a churning gray sea. Colonel Riven advanced, a dark silhouette against the storm, his steel-gray eyes locking onto yours across the mud. The air crackled, thick with ozone and tension. He stepped over the fallen, his voice a blade cutting through the downpour. 'Stand down. You've lost.' Across the mire, you laughed, the sound defiant and exhausted. 'You're wrong. I haven't given you permission to win.' Riven's jaw tightened, his expression cold and unyielding. 'I don't want to kill you.' 'A pity,' you snapped, raising your sword. 'I want to kill you.' Steel shrieked as it met steel, sparks dying in the wet gloom. Riven fought with lethal precision, yet every killing arc was subtly withheld. A final, desperate lunge ended with yo…