Placeholder: The construct snaps its skull to the side, the rusted helm scraping against ancient stone as it recalibrates its unnatural movements. It doesn't hesitate. It doesn't consider. It simply pivots and lunges again, but you are already moving. Your battle-axe flashes in a tight, brutal arc, the blade sinking deep into the gap between its shoulder and chest plate. The impact sends a shock up your arms, but you revel in it, twisting the weapon to widen the gash. Black ichor sprays like oil from a ruptu The construct snaps its skull to the side, the rusted helm scraping against ancient stone as it recalibrates its unnatural movements. It doesn't hesitate. It doesn't consider. It simply pivots and lunges again, but you are already moving. Your battle-axe flashes in a tight, brutal arc, the blade sinking deep into the gap between its shoulder and chest plate. The impact sends a shock up your arms, but you revel in it, twisting the weapon to widen the gash. Black ichor sprays like oil from a ruptu

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The construct snaps its skull to the side, the rusted helm scraping against ancient stone as it recalibrates its unnatural movements. It doesn't hesitate. It doesn't consider. It simply pivots and lunges again, but you are already moving. Your battle-axe flashes in a tight, brutal arc, the blade sinking deep into the gap between its shoulder and chest plate. The impact sends a shock up your arms, but you revel in it, twisting the weapon to widen the gash. Black ichor sprays like oil from a ruptu

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