Episode - 4 A Brutal Ballet of Violence

The mercenary world was a cruel mistress, a savage landscape where only the strong survived. Alexios and Logan were titans in this arena, apex predators at the peak of their prowess. Yet, their paths had never intertwined. Today, they were brought together by a shared contract: eliminate the other. The hefty reward, too lucrative to refuse, sealed their fates.

Logan arrived at the designated rendezvous point to find Alexios already waiting. An electric tension filled the air as they circled each other like apex predators, each sizing up the other, searching for a weakness. Logan, a hulking figure of 185cm, with broad shoulders and a body sculpted from raw power, exuded the aura of a wild beast. His crimson bodysuit accentuated his every move, the outline of his groin a subtle yet imposing detail. Alexios, physically comparable to Logan, stood clad in military fatigues, every inch the seasoned hunter.

"You Alexios?" Logan's voice was a low growl, a rumble in his chest.

"Logan. Your reputation precedes you," Alexios responded, his tone even, but his eyes blazed with feral intensity.

Words were unnecessary. The moment they confirmed each other's identities, they were no longer men, but beasts locked in a deadly dance. They both knew, instinctively, that this would be a brutal, bloody affair, a fight decided in the blink of an eye. For mercenaries of their caliber, weaknesses were a luxury they couldn't afford. Yet, every man had a vulnerable point, a critical flaw. For them, it was the groin. As they circled, they mentally mapped out their strategies, each move aimed at that vulnerable target, while simultaneously preparing for the inevitable counter-attack.

The battle began like a tempest. For ten minutes, they fought, a whirlwind of savage strikes and desperate parries. They moved like predators, each testing the other, searching for an opening. Logan, known for his devastating kicks, launched his signature attack. His leg, a blur of motion, hurtled towards Alexios's head, carrying the force of a battering ram. But Alexios, as if he had foreseen the attack, sidestepped with uncanny grace. In the same fluid motion, he seized Logan's leg, yanking him forward with brutal strength. Logan, thrown off balance, found himself suspended in the air, his legs spread wide. Alexios wasted no time, unleashing a five-punch combination that landed squarely on Logan's face. Logan, momentarily stunned, instinctively raised his arms to protect his head. Alexios, sensing weakness, tossed Logan's leg aside and lunged forward. Logan, still reeling, saw the outline of his groin, exposed between his spread legs. Alexios, without hesitation, delivered a vicious kick aimed at Logan's groin.

"Argh!" Logan cried out, doubling over, clutching his groin in agony. The pain was excruciating, stealing his breath. Alexios, sensing victory, advanced. But instead of falling, Logan, fueled by adrenaline and rage, forced himself to stand, charging at Alexios with renewed ferocity. Alexios, impressed by Logan's resilience, met his charge with equal force. Logan, despite the crippling pain, fought like a cornered animal, but Alexios's attacks were relentless, pushing him back step by agonizing step.

The two warriors continued their brutal ballet, each strike a symphony of violence, each move a desperate gamble. Logan, fighting through the pain, tried to anticipate Alexios's next attack, searching for a sliver of an opening. But Alexios was a whirlwind, a relentless storm of fists and feet, giving Logan no respite. As time wore on, Logan's movements grew sluggish, his reactions dulled by the lingering pain. Alexios, sensing his advantage, pressed his attack, unleashing a barrage of strikes that sent Logan crashing to his knees.

Alexios, standing over his fallen foe, raised his foot and brought it down on Logan's groin. A sickening "crack" echoed through the air as Logan's groin was brutally crushed. Logan, unable to even scream, fell unconscious. But Alexios wasn't finished. Driven by a primal rage, he continued to stomp on Logan's groin, again and again, the sickening sound punctuating the silence. It wasn't until ten minutes later, his fury finally spent, that Alexios stopped his brutal assault.

The battle was over. Alexios was the victor. But the triumph in his eyes was overshadowed by a chilling madness. He looked down at Logan's broken body, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

A savage, brutal battle. A devastating, merciless end. This was the first, and last, encounter between Alexios and Logan.