"Cough! Pew! Cough! Cough!"
With just a single touch from Vincent, who poised himself moments before the inevitable collision, his innate ability to sense the presence of others to its utmost extent, a gift bestowed upon him from birth as a blind man, was evident. Leon teetered on the brink of existence. The crimson cascade from his mouth bore the brutal testament to the gaping power chasm that separated them.
The city's towering edifices wept from their very core upon this multifaceted battlefield, wrought by the mere presence of a few, a skirmish paling in comparison to the cataclysmic First God War. Yet amidst this tumult, there remained stalwart buildings, resilient enough to endure, though they wisely kept their distance from the fray.
