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... mayhem that had consumed her utterly until just moments ago.

Ali gazed in astonishment at the immensity of carnage and destruction wrought by a single giant troll. Of her entire melee force, only blood and dead bodies remained, strewn about like broken dolls. One single shaman had survived, standing beside her witch doctor and ice mages, and that had only been achieved because Ali had explicitly pulled her back behind the back-line barrier so that she could heal Mato.

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