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I gritted my teeth, channeling every ounce of strength and focus into my next move. I launched a flurry of strikes, throwing rapid punches and kicks in a relentless assault. Cole fought back with equal ferocity, parrying my blows and countering with his own.
We danced and weaved, exchanging blows in a deadly dance. Each punch, each kick, was met with a countermove. Our fists collided through the air, accompanied by the grunts and heavy breathing of exertion.
"Give it up, Reed!" Cole snarled, his voice dripping with venom.
"Not a chance, Cole. You're not walking away from this."
We continued our relentless combat, my strikes mirroring my urge to protect those I loved and his reflecting the ruthless machine he had become.
Every second became a calculated effort, anticipating the next move and countering with precision.
I managed to land a solid punch to Cole's jaw, feeling the satisfying impact reverberate through my fist. But he quickly recovered, retaliating with a swift roundhouse kick that grazed my cheek.
Pain seared through my face, but I refused to let it deter me.
We circled each other, both of us battered and bruised.
Both determined to have the last hand.
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Reed
"You can't win this," I said, trying one final time. "Please. Falcon," I whispered the last word. "We were brothers once."
I saw him move his hand toward his pocket, his motion mirroring the desperate look in his eyes.
Instinct kicked in, and I knew I had to disarm him swiftly.
I anticipated his move, my training guiding me. As his hand closed around the handle of the knife, I lunged forward, my body coiled like a spring.
With a quick twist of my wrist and a powerful shove, I redirected his arm's trajectory, forcing him to lose his grip on the weapon.
In one fluid motion, I seized the opportunity. My hand moved like a blur as I deftly snatched the falling knife from the air, flipping it around in my grip.
I surged forward, my body pressing against his, using my weight to overpower him.
My free hand found its mark in a split second, delivering a decisive blow to Cole's midsection.
The impact sent him staggering backward, his defenses momentarily weakened.
Seizing the opportunity, I drove the reversed knife forward with precision, aiming for the vulnerable spot just below his ribcage.
The blade pierced his flesh, sinking in deep, and a look of disbelief crossed his face.
Time seemed to stand still as our eyes locked one last time.
Cole's strength wavered, his body betrayed by the fatal wound. He crumpled in my extended arms, defeated and motionless.
"Grizzly," he finally whispered. "In another life, then."
I choked back the tears as best as I could. At the same time, Omar's crazed scream rolled through the air, a sign of his fury at his best lieutenant's collapse.
Fueled by rage and desperation, Omar aimed his gun at me.
Asher tackled Omar just as he raised his weapon, preventing him from pulling the trigger.
Omar pushed past him and bolted out of the church doors into the heart of the hurricane.
