Don and Tori remained at the viewing deck, their conversation casual as the match unfolded beneath them.
And as much as Don would've liked to pretend otherwise, watching a live superhuman battle was something else entirely.
Seeing it on a screen was one thing—edited, broadcasted, slowed down for dramatic effect—but in person?
It was... incredible.
The sheer power behind each strike, the way the fighters weaved through each other's attacks with just the right amount of force—enough to be devastating but not lethal.
The control was what stood out the most.
Each attack was calculated, every movement refined, ensuring that neither fighter went too far.
Don could see why this kind of restraint was necessary.
Superheroes weren't meant to kill. At least… most of them weren't.
Those who did were often criticized, branded as villains in disguise, or worse—ostracized from the hero community entirely.
Redstar was a prime example.