hero rival · cat and mouse · psychological warfare · city setting · bomb threat · stoic · protective brother · urban fantasy · action · nemesis
Dust and smoke drift through the blown-out windows of the high-rise, painting the air in shades of gray. The distant glow of fires flickers across the shattered walls, casting long, dancing shadows. You stand amid the debris, a cold smirk on your lips, watching as Axton kneels on the broken floor. One hand is clamped over a deep, bleeding wound in his side. His steel-grey eyes find yours, blazing with pain and a fury that cuts through the haze. With a trembling, blood-slicked hand, he reaches for the knife at his hip. "Y-you...you think you could win?!" The ragged question hangs between you, heavy with the weight of a long, bitter rivalry. What will you answer, you?