It started with a single step.
Kael moved forward—slow, calm, like a shadow that never feared the light.
Rayzen cracked his knuckles, smirking like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.
"You sure you wanna do this?" Rayzen called out, voice echoing through the hollow space."Wouldn't want you breaking a nail."
Kael didn't blink. "I came to end a problem. Not listen to a clown."
That was it.
The first hit came fast.
Rayzen lunged.Kael blocked.
Steel against storm.Precision against chaos.
The building exploded in sound—fists slamming, bodies crashing, grunts, yells, the metallic clash of pipes against concrete.
Black Fangs against the Vultures.
Finn barked orders quietly, eyes always on Rayzen's flank.Jax screamed and ducked more than he punched—but somehow landed a hit.Sven moved like a ghost—fast, brutal, efficient.
Kael's fists were calculated, aimed to end.
Rayzen's?Wild. Ruthless.Unpredictable.
Neither gave an inch.And neither could afford to lose.
Minutes felt like hours.Every heartbeat, a countdown.Every drop of sweat, a question.
Who would fall first?
But outside, the world kept turning.Somewhere, Alea closed her window, blocking out the sound of sirens in the distance.
Inside, the war roared on.
To be continued...