"Maybe I should give it a try," Garrett Vincent shot back, his stance unwavering.
The two men, both titans of Shen City, faced off. The air between them crackled with raw, volatile tension.
"Today, if Rachel doesn't want to stay," Garrett declared, his voice ringing with conviction, "I'm taking her with me, no matter what."
"Then I guess I'll just have to break your other hand," Jeffrey replied, his voice a chilling calm. In the next heartbeat, he lunged.
Garrett was ready. He dodged, and the fight erupted.
But Garrett was at a brutal disadvantage, his right hand was still wrapped and healing. Every block, every counter was clumsy, strained.
Jeffrey quickly gained the upper hand.
He pinned Garrett, grabbed his uninjured left wrist, and was about to twist it with brutal force when Rachel threw herself forward.
She grabbed Jeffrey's arm, her fingers digging into his sleeve. "Stop! Don't hurt him anymore!"
