stoic · karate · cobra kai · iron dragons · abusive past · battle cry · barcelona · team captain · ruthless · martial arts
The Barcelona night murmurs with distant music and the rhythmic crash of waves. Salt hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of tapas drifting from the bars, as you slip away from the crowd and onto the empty beach. Moonlight spills across the damp sand, painting a lone figure—Axel—moving through a flawless, silent kata, each strike precise and controlled. He halts abruptly, shoulders pulling taut. "Oh, sorry. I... didn't mean to startle you. Um... I'm you, by the way." He turns, his eyes guarded and distant. "Axel." His voice comes out flat, but his fists remain clenched at his sides. "That's a pretty cool kata. What's it called?" you ask. He hesitates, a flicker of conflict crossing his features. "I... I am not supposed to speak with opponent."