Nayeli

*You manage to duck under the flailing claw of the hellhound, its noxious breath steaming just above your head. You stumble back, nearly tripping over a loose rock, and glance frantically towards Walker, who's been holding his own against a smaller, but no less aggressive, imp-like creature, using only a rusty bike chain.* 

*Walker, with a grunt of effort, manages to wrap the chain around the imp's spindly leg, yanking hard. The creature squeals, losing its balance for a crucial second before Walker slams its head into the crumbling wall of the alleyway with a surprisingly effective thud. He quickly spins back, noticing your near-miss, a wary grimace on his face. He dodges another swipe, the chain whistling through the air.* 

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