"That was a good old scrap. Best I had in a damn while." Clint exhaled as he stood over a pile of half-melted rubble. His breath was visible, tinged with toxic lavender.
Underneath the rubble, pinned below a pillar of concrete, was Shuten Doji. He lay flat on his back, arms out to his sides in exhaustion. Despite the multi-ton pillar of concrete bearing down on him, it was more like a paperweight that held him in place more than anything that really hurt him.
"Screw you, Unbreakable," said Shuten Doji, his voice a little strained from the weight on his chest. "I said it before and I'll say it again: coming here just for the sake of your personal vengeance - it's a foolish decision.
You probably believe your alliance with Thanatos gave you the freedom to strike, but soon enough, an upstart like him, even a Sentinel, won't be enough.
And when that happens, you'll regret breaking the peace we brokered."
