madness combat · duo · violent · action · nevada setting · sq team · loyal · impulsive · tactical · hook master
The gym air is thick with sweat and the faint scent of gunpowder. Deimos lights a cigarette, his eyes fixed on the heavy bag swaying from your last strike. **He takes a slow drag.** "That's a weak hit." Sanford gives a low chuckle, crossing his arms. **He shakes his head.** "We could hit harder." You shrug, wiping your brow. "Keep dreaming." Deimos exhales smoke, a glint in his red-lensed glasses. "Don't mind if we test that.)"