I dodged and weaved through various lackeys, keeping either an incredibly close distance to one fist so they couldn't generate any power or an incredibly far distance just so they couldn't land a hit on me.
And as soon as I slipped out of the crowd, completely exhausted, their boss pushed his way through before cracking his knuckles and smiling. My uninjured self, with maybe only a few scratches, stood up straight while my smile faded into a cold expression.
"YOU WANNA GO! LET'S FUCKING GO! STOP RUNNING AWAY AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN, YOU STUPID PUNK!"
"You got at least a hundred men behind you… what makes this fighting like a man?"
And then, on that day, a massive stain of blood stretched across the turf residing on that skyscraper rooftop.
…
"D-DEMON! DEMON! GET AWAY FROM ME, DEMON! GET AWAY FROM ME! PLEASE! HELP ME! GUARDS! HELP!"
