The fight inside erupted with the sound of rapid, chaotic blows. The narrow alley's brick walls crumbled one after another, and a piercing scream echoed out. It was impossible to tell if it was Andrew or Hugo. The next second, a body shot out of the shadows and crashed hard onto the ground, hair disheveled and face smeared with blood. The Eastonia assassin who had been quietly watching tightened his grip on the twin blades strapped to his back. He quickly realized the one lying there was Hugo, not Andrew, which meant that the scream had come from Hugo. Out of the darkness beyond the streetlight, Andrew slowly walked forward, his clothes nearly spotless except for a little dirt around his pants. Hugo was sprawled on the ground, his iron gauntlets shattered beyond repair. The fingers inside were mangled, some crushed, others torn apart, making for a horrific sight. He let out a feral roar like a wounded beast and lunged at Andrew on all fours. For the first time, Andrew's ex
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