The rain fell harder and harder. Dark clouds covered the sky. Leonardo gripped the iron knuckle tightly, daggers popping up at both ends. Rafael took a deep breath, taking a penknife out of his backpack.
"One on one!" shouted Rafael, his body still not recovering from the wounds left over from jumping off the train last night. If he had to fight with all the people there, of course, Rafael would lose and be badly injured.
"Of course, I'm not a coward," Leonardo smirked.
"What is your goal in challenging me?" Raphael started to felt the cold water from the rain.
"Just wanted to kill you," Leonardo replied, the rain starting to wet his clothes.
The splash of water that poured down the capital was a silent witness to their current battle.
Leonardo raised his knees slightly high in front of his body, placing his fists in front of his chest. The fighting pose looks perfect —to those who understand Leonardo's martial arts.
