"Ready for round two, you pompous prick?" Gustavo snarled, spitting a glob of blood onto the marble floor. His chest heaved with exertion, every breath a reminder of the brutal beating they'd endured.
'This is it,' Gustavo thought, his mind racing. 'No more tricks, no more magic. Just raw fury and the will to survive.'
Mordred cracked his knuckles, a feral grin spreading across his face. "Time to wipe that smirk off your face, Vex. Permanently." His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pain and anticipation, the thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins.
Malachi's eyes narrowed, a hint of amusement dancing behind the pain. "My, such bravado from two soon-to-be cadavers. Come then, gentlemen. Let's see what dregs of strength you can muster."
