Shadows and First Blood
They came, teeth bared, calculations in their heads.
From the shadows, two figures stepped forward, guns low but ready. I smiled—a feral, unhinged smile. “Come to say hello?”
Travis strummed a chord that sounded like a warning. His grin matched mine, dangerous, chaotic.
One hunter lunged. I was faster. The fight was brutal, precise, and messy. Blood spattered, shadows danced against cracked walls. Travis handled another, using a mix of strength and improvisation that made me grit my teeth in impressed annoyance. Somehow, he was as lethal as he was charming.
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