Victor had led his naval commandos on the beach. He had fought bravely until he swung his blade at one unarmed enemy, who jumped closer, grabbing Victor's hand in mid-swing. A quick elbow to Victor's face knocked the commando to the ground.
Victor felt his own sword thrust deep into his naval. The enemy stepped back, watching the commando writhe in pain in the sand. Victor scooted himself back and propped his back against a post, watching as his men died one-by-one.
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