Nemesis blinked slowly, his eyes sharpening with a dangerous edge.
"What the hell are you doing here? And how did you find me?"
Locking the door after him, Michael tilted his head, a menacing smile playing on his lips.
"You should have been more careful who you allowed to pat your back." He said, gesturing to his own back. "Makes it very easy to plant a bug that tracks your location."
Nemesis frowned, reaching behind him. He felt a small metal device and, without hesitation, crushed it in his hand.
"Thanks for the advice. I'll keep it in mind next time." He said coldly.
Michael arched an eyebrow mockingly.
"Future? Your journey ends today."
Nemesis scoffed. With a flick of his hand, the shadows in the room twisted into sharp blades, all aimed at Michael.
"Do you really think you've cornered me? Just because you won by sheer luck in our last fight doesn't mean you can do it again!"
He attempted to rise to his feet, only to feel lightheaded.
