Breaking Point

Dante

Vittoria. I caught sight of her crouched low, dagger in hand, muscles taut, every movement a blur of precision and desperation. She was exhausted, bruised, but she wasn’t stopping. She never stopped.

I spun, fists flying, as Hector lunged at me with lethal intent. Steel flashed in the dim light, sparks dancing off the overhead piping. I blocked, twisted, landed a brutal punch to his ribs. He