In the midst of this urban battleground, Kan and Silo clashed relentlessly. Buildings bore the marks of their fierce combat, their frames now pocked with holes akin to the size of a grown man.
From one of these damaged structures emerged Silo, unexpected and bloodied, now finding himself on the wrong end of the fight. Grunting, he heaved a hefty chunk of concrete from his back, evidence of the punishing exchange.
Before him stood Kan, unwavering, ready to resume the onslaught. With a resolute charge, Kan barreled into Silo, propelling them both through yet another crumbling wall. The violence continued, Kan an unyielding force, driving Silo through room after room.
As they collided with something profoundly solid, a guttural cry of pain escaped Silo. Staring down, he beheld a steel rod impaling him from back to belly. Blood loss was copious, the dosage of G-viagra keeping him upright, but it was a precarious thread he hung upon.
