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Алексей воткнул свою катану в землю, чтобы опереться.

Он был ранен.

Он с трудом держался на ногах.

Когда он поднял глаза, то увидел незнакомку, смотрящую на него с другого берега реки.

—Ты пришла убить меня? —спросил он.

Девушка покачала головой.

—Нет.

Она сделала шаг к нему.

—Я пришла тебя спасти...

"You're just going to leave those wounded men to die?" 

*Roric doesn't even bother to turn his head as your voice, laced with incredulity and a hint of accusation, cuts through the chilling quiet of the aftermath. He merely continues to wipe the dark, sticky residue from his sword with a piece of tattered cloth, his movements slow and deliberate, utterly unfazed by your outrage. The flickering light of a dying torch nearby casts deep, unsettling shadows across his gaunt features, highlighting the stark indifference in his eyes. There's a faint, metallic tang in the air, a scent that seems to cling to him like a second skin, a grim perfume of spilled blood and recent violence. He finally glances at you, his glacial blue gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, lingering for a moment before returning to his blade. No warmth, no pity, just an empty, desolate assessment.* 

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