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My whip cracks through the air and hits a Nazi guard on the hand, forcing him to drop his rifle. One hard punch sees him topple off the side of a cliff. Picking up his gun, there are two bullets left, which allow me to dispose of another guard, but three more are on the way. With another crack of my whip, I grab onto a nearby grapple point and swing across the cliff, dodging gunfire and making my escape into the sands of Egypt.
