Int. The Obsidian Nightclub (Outside Back) (Afternoon) October 27, 2025, 12:30 P.M.
The man slowly walked forward, his presence pressing down on Blake; it was like an oppressive force pushing down on Blake's shoulders. "Honestly, with how pathetic looking you are, I should kill you right here, but then it'll throw off our plans," he mocked. SKREETCH! The noise echoing off the alleyway walls loudly as The Man dragged his sword against the ground, the sword dripping red with Mark's blood. The sword's handle was pure black, with a black crossguard protecting The Man's hand. The sword looked a little longer than a gladius, with one side being blunt and the other being sharp. "I shouldn't get into too much trouble if I rough you up a bit."
Blake looked down at Mark's head, his face set in a look of pain as it laid on the ground at his feet, unmoving. "You have given me plenty of help over the years, a lot of information that helped me. We might've not been friends, but I'll make sure this sonofabitch pays for this," he thought to himself, his jacket blowing in the autumn wind.
Blake reached to his watch, tapping the sides as a small light began to glow bright from it. "Please, I know I turned my back on you once before, but give me your aid once again," he muttered under his breath. In response, the watch began to slowly transform, a dull version faded, replaced by a fantasy-looking golden one, akin to a Rolex, something equal to the power of the original appeared on his wrist.
"Seriously, you think doing a little light show will make a difference?" The man scoffed. Shaking his head at Blake, he quickly picked up his sword and began to charge at Blake.
Blake looked him in the eye, watching as The Man sped his movements up, lifting up his sword. Blake genuinely was shocked that he saw the man's faster speed; he was even faster than Lucious. Maybe it had to do with the changes he noticed in his body over the last few days. The world around Blake seemed to slow down as The Man flipped his sword around, using the blunt end instead of the sharp end, swinging it at Blake's stomach. Blake raised up his arm as The Man grew closer, his watch expanding outwards, yellow and white light growing around the watch. What felt like minutes, but was actually seconds, a golden shield of light appeared in front of Blake, exactly in the same place the watch was once located. KLANG!"AHH, WHAT THE FUCK!" The Man screamed, his sword hand burning as the shield blocked the attack, the bright light climbing up the sword. The man stepped back as blisters appeared on his hand right around the spot he was holding the sword, the smell of burning flesh was potent in the air. "How the heck are you a holy relic user? With all the smell coming from you, I can practically taste the sins you've committed."
Blake shrugged, his shield turning back into a watch as he lowered his arm. "It's been years since I've worn this watch," he admitted. A small smile on his face as he stared up at the sky. "A man with dark skin lay on the ground, his blood all over the ground as he reached out and placed a bloody watch in Blake's hand." "For a long time, I thought I wasn't worthy. No, that's not right, I just lost faith. I lost faith in who I was, and what I stood for," Blake finished, now staring directly at the man.
The man just sneered, but didn't reply to Blake's words. Blake blinked and the man appeared right in front of him, sword aimed at his neck. Blake ducked the sword slash, barely missing his head, pieces of his slightly grey hair falling to the ground. Blake quickly activated his shield and uppercut the man in the face, a loud clang sounded in the air as the man went stumbling backwards. His hood falling down, showing a young man in his early 20s, with a mask covering his face with only the mouth cut out. The mask itself was similar to a falcon's beak with the eyes pure white. The man's hair was a light blue, cut short and spiky.
Blake, after taking a look at the man, charged forward, activating the shield, and he swung his right hand, as if doing a right hook. The man did a backbend, allowing the attack to completely go over his head before flipping backwards, kicking Blake in the chin. Blake was surprised at the strength of the attack; the kick caused Blake to bite his tongue hard, his chin felt like it was hit by a brick. The world felt like it was spinning as he stepped back. Before Blake could get his bearing, another hit connected with his stomach, all the air being driven out of his lungs. Blake bent over, the fist still in his stomach, the world slowed down as spit and blood flew out of his mouth. Time around Blake went back to normal as the pain quickly kicked in. The man dropped his sword; it disappearing into his shadow. "Don't blink," The man goaded as Blake felt the fist move from his stomach. Blake didn't have a chance to stand straight when a heavy blow caught the side of his head. The world spun quickly around him as he went flying through the air, only stopping when his back hit the brick wall hard, causing it to shake.
Dust and pieces of brick fell on his head. Blake did his best to keep standing on his feet, blood from biting his tongue pouring out of his mouth. Blake saw The man jump up in the air. He was too slow to move as a knee rammed itself into Blake's face. Blake felt a world of pain, stars floated around his vision as his vision dulled. Blood gushed out of his nose, pouring down his jacket. He wobbled before falling forward, hitting the ground hard. Blake, barely conscious, felt someone kneel next to him. He felt a cold steel on his neck as the man's voice was heard close to his ear. "Did you believe that you, a human, had a chance to even hold a candle to me?" The man spat, pieces of spit falling onto Blake's head. "Ya know, I get pissed off at you humans, always favored by everyone, but like me, like the man you killed, have to struggle our way up from the bottom."
Blake felt the blade move away from his neck as the presence close to his ear moved. The second time in a matter of days that Blake has lost a fight so badly, he didn't realize how much his skills have dulled over the years since he was really active. Though Blake was defiant, ignoring the pain in his head, his body screaming for him to stay down, he struggled to a knee. His one good eye staring at the man's back, doing his best to keep his head from dropping. "Fuck you, fuck you and your stupid little clique. I promise you if you don't kill me today I'll hunt down every single one of you ugly fucking demons and send you personally back to hell," Blake swore. Blood poured down his face, one eye completely swollen shut. He looked pitiful with his now crooked nose, but he did his best to make it to his feet. As if agreeing with him, his watch responded, glowing a bright light, though the shield didn't appear.
Blake saw the man stop, his back straightening up, as he slowly turned around. Blake got to his feet, despite his body screaming in protest, and looked down on the man, sneering. The man slowly walked back, his eyes never leaving Blake's, both men not looking away, as if the first one to look away loses the battle of wills. Blake saw the man smirk, showing his teeth that were spiked. "Because I love a good fight, Mr. Blake, I'll give you a fair warning. Friday nightI'll be coming back for you. You can't run, you can't hide, but I'll give you a chance to defeat me and earn more answers that you didn't have before." The man told Blake, a small tinge of respect in his tone, nodding his head before turning and walking away. The man looked back over his shoulder one more time, "By the way, my name is Evan." His body turned into a dark mist, quickly dispersing in the air despite the light.
"Thank God!" Blake muttered to himself before falling backwards. His legs went numb as he landed on the ground with a thud. In the air, he could see the man that gave him the watch, his old partner Ben, had a large smile on his face as he slowly disappeared in light. For once, the guilt that Blake was carrying left as the world grew dark.