Rain poured from the heavens.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, but it was nothing compared to the storm unfolding on the rooftop.
Ochieng and Black Fang stood across from each other, neither moving, neither blinking.
The city below was alive—people laughing, cars honking, neon lights flickering.
They had no idea.
Up here, above them, a battle that could shift the entire underworld was about to reach its peak.
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Black Fang moved first.
His foot barely touched the rooftop before he vanished.
Ochieng's eyes narrowed.
His senses sharpened.
He felt it—a presence behind him.
Without turning, he dodged, just as a dagger sliced through the air where his neck had been.
Fast.
Too fast.
Ochieng spun, countering with a powerful kick.
But Black Fang—he wasn't there.
A whisper in the wind.
A shadow.
A phantom.
Ochieng grinned.
Good.
Finally—an opponent worth his time.
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Black Fang struck again, his movements a blur.
One. Two. Three.
Blade flashes. Barely visible.
Ochieng dodged—just barely.
But a thin line of blood appeared on his arm.
A warning.
Black Fang didn't fight for fun.
He fought to kill.
Ochieng exhaled slowly.
And then—
He changed.
His stance loosened. His muscles relaxed.
Black Fang noticed it immediately.
Something was different.
And then—Ochieng vanished.
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BOOM!
The two clashed mid-air—blades colliding, fists flying.
The rooftop cracked beneath them.
Black Fang's dagger grazed Ochieng's side.
Ochieng's punch slammed into Black Fang's ribs.
Both staggered.
Both smiled.
"You're not normal," Black Fang murmured.
Ochieng wiped the blood from his lip.
"Neither are you."
For the first time, Black Fang hesitated.
He had been sent to kill an ordinary man.
But this?
This was something else.
Something terrifying.
And for the first time in years—Black Fang felt doubt.
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Ochieng felt it.
That moment of hesitation.
He didn't waste it.
CRACK!
His fist connected—full force—into Black Fang's chest.
The assassin flew backward, slamming into the rooftop's edge.
The fight was over.
Or so Ochieng thought.
But then—
Black Fang laughed.
A deep, chilling laugh.
"You're fun," he said, standing up, wiping blood from his mouth.
Ochieng narrowed his eyes.
He had fought countless enemies.
Broken countless men.
But Black Fang…
He was different.
And for the first time—Ochieng wasn't sure if this fight would end tonight.
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