betrayal.

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Through the smoke and dust, a man stood on a broken-down building, rubble and dirt surrounding him.


The hero stood opposite of him, on a small patch of dirt where the earth had torn pitch-black spikes up to the surface, glass surrounding him. 

They were both bleeding, wounds and cuts slashed through the thin fabric of their costumes.


"You betrayed us!"

The hero shouted, his voice cracking. "I don't want to fight you. Please,"


The villain frowns. He looked down at the Hero, dragging the blade of his sword across the stones. The immense pain from his wounds were unbearable, but so gratifying. 


"No, YOU betrayed me. I stood up for MYSELF!"

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