Blitz

Joon exhaled, rolling his shoulder as the charge faded from his hand. The arc blast he fired crackled through the air, leaving faint scorch marks on the pavement. His chest rose and fell steadily, but his eyes never left the guy in front of him.

Byung grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was built like a tank — broad shoulders, thick legs, and a stance like he was ready to bulldoze through a wall. Blood smeared across his cheek, but he didn't seem to care.

If anything, he looked excited.

"You hit harder than I thought," Byung said, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I figured you'd be easier to crush."

Joon scoffed, flexing his fingers. Sparks danced between them, crackling faintly. "Funny. I thought the same about you."

Byung tilted his head, grin stretching wider. "Cocky little shit, aren't you?"

Joon smirked. "Only when I'm winning."

Byung's eyes flicked toward the side. Just for a split second.