Undead General - melee battle
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"The undead are being pushed back! Everyone, advance!" Reynald bellowed, his voice carrying like a war horn across the blood stained battlefield.

The warriors roared in unison, a guttural cry of fury and renewed strength. Their blades, dulled with grime, raised once more. They surged forward with Reynald at the helm, cleaving through the scattered undead with a vengeance born of desperation and hope. Their momentum surged. The tide was shifting.

Morale coursed through their veins like fire. The despair from earlier was gone, replaced with sharpened instincts, heightened reflexes, and eyes blazing with battle fury. Reynald led the charge like a stormbreaker, his strikes opening a path that his men followed without hesitation.

"Go, go, go!" Rein's voice rang from the rear lines. "Unleash everything!"

The mages responded with precision. Spells burst from their hands like fireworks, raining arcs of flame, shards of ice, crackling lightning, and blasts of wind down on the enemy ranks. The
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