At the edge of the disaster zone, where the rain still screamed against concrete, DJ stood on top of a mobile tower.
Wind and shoved at him from all angles. Water ran off the new suit in thin sheets, his red scarf fluttered whenever a strong wind hit him. The city in front of him was half-dark, half-chaos, further ahead he saw the caravan of police cars and people shouting into phones that wouldn't answer.
Little further from them
Krish.
A blur in the storm. Catching helicopters. Pulling people out of the sky like it was nothing. Fixing what he had broken.
DJ didn't speak. His head was slightly down. LEDs on his mask burned low and steady.
"I should've killed you when I was angry," a voice said in his earpiece filled tinge of sarcasm and worry. "Would've saved a lot of public property."
DJ who was looking at Krish from afar, froze.
"What?" he said, not hearing the full sentence.
"Ahh nothing,," Rony said.
" I was just....Thinking out loud. Ignore it."
DJ exhaled through his nose. Tired.
He didn't look away from the scene.
Seconds passed.
Then, quietly, "Stop the rain."
Rony blinked. "—Okay. Not a problem."
Small disk-shaped drones lifted from behind the tower, one by one. Silent. Clean. They cut through the downpour like knives.
One drone shot higher than the rest, straight into the clouds. It stopped and started hovering there and white smoke came out from it.
The cloud above them thinned. Pulled apart. Like someone erased it with a careful hand. The rain in that pocket of the city slowed, then stopped entirely.
Drops still fell outside the circle. Inside—it was quiet.
The drones formed a ring overhead, rotating slowly, humming.
DJ tilted his head up.
For the first time in hours, there was silence.
Even Rony didn't speak.
"Let's start," DJ said.
Rony nodded, and asked one last time.
" Dj think about it? we can sti-" And DJ cut him off.
" I trust you." And Rony, hearing this, froze for a moment, and then exhaled.
" Why!" He said to himself, and pressed some buttons.
Something lifted off DJ's suit. A pressure he hadn't noticed until it was gone like an invisible veil.
Somewhere across the city, Krish paused mid-air.
He felt it..
DJ raised his arm.
A compartment slid open. A small missile rose into place, locking with a sharp click.
He fired.
The missile didn't explode.
It burned..
A bright red flare tore through the sky, carving a glowing line through the thinning clouds. Visible for kilometers. Impossible to miss.
A challenge. A beacon.
Krish saw it instantly.
From where he hovered, the flare lit the rain like blood in water. He stared at that red flare, his gaze focused.
He didn't hesitate.
The air cracked as he moved.
DJ watched the sky, unmoving, rainless circle humming above him.
"Here he comes." Rony muttered.
DJ didn't answer.
He just waited.
A blur ripped through the air.
Rain tore sideways..
DJ saw it coming.
Rony saw it too. Numbers flashing. Trajectory locked. Heart steady—but his fingers shook.
For a second, the world narrowed.
Just them.
Just this.
DJ exhaled.
Rony's hand hovered over the desk-mounted gamepad. His eyes never leaving the narrowing dot, he was fast.
DJ remained quiet as saw him getting closer.
The blur sharpened. Krish. Close enough now to see his face twist, rain peeling off his shoulders. His left arm drew back.
DJ didn't move.
Didn't brace..
Didn't blink.
"Game mode on," Rony said, didn't say that, the monitor did.
Control snapped.
DJ's body dipped left, clean and sharp, like a joystick flick. Krish's right hook missed—almost. Knuckles scraped DJ's mask.
Sparks burst..
For a heartbeat, their eyes met through the cracked glow of the LEDs.
DJ didn't flinch.
Rony pulled down hard.
DJ jumped down the mobile tower.
Krish's fist kept going, smashing into the mobile tower behind them. Metal screamed. The whole structure shuddered.
Krish turned instantly, eyes tracking the falling suit. Then hiw eyes saw sevral small jars filled wigh odd liquid inside, which seems alive.
His eyes narrowed, as electricity ran through those jars.
The jars lit up.
Electricity snapped out— different electricity, wrong electricity. It wasn't wild. It didn't feel natural. It crawled and hummed slowly
DJ hit a switch mid-fall.
The tower became a conductor.
Lightning cracked from those jars.
Krish covered his eyes as the current tore through him, jars exploding into steam around his body.
DJ slammed into wet concrete below.
The ground cracked.
He rolled.
A split second later, Krish crashed down in the same spot. The concrete split wider. Electricity still crawled over his skin, snapping in sharp blue lines.
He stood.
Still crackling..
DJ rose to one knee and fired.
Electric shock balls streaked out, popping against Krish's chest, his arms, his face.
Sparks everywhere.
It has no effect on him.
Krish didn't slow.
DJ stopped firing.
Krish walked.
Slow. Heavy. Each step making a splash in water.
DJ tried to push himself up.
Too late.
Krish's foot came in low and hard. Ribs.
Orange light flared where it hit—tight, focused—and DJ was gone. Thrown forward like scrap.
He rolled. Once. Twice. Every hit made the suit flash blue, rippling like it was absorbing the pain a second too late. He slammed into the wall on the left.
Concrete cracked.
Rony sucked in a breath.
Data scrolled. Angles. Force vectors. A separate processor chewed through Krish's movement patterns. One specific monitor seems to process something very important as Rony's eyes glanced at it, determined.
DJ shifted—barely.
Krish kept coming.
Rony launched the drones.
They buzzed out, fast and sharp, snapping electric shocks into Krish's back, shoulders, neck.
Nothing.
Krish didn't even blink.
DJ pushed himself upright. Mud and soil clung to his suit, dirty. He watched the sparks dance uselessly across Krish's skin.
Krish saw him stand.
And rushed.
DJ jumped.
Midair. Clean. He twisted, barely dodging the charge. Electricity surged through his fist—heavy mode—and he drove it straight into Krish's face.
Clank.
Metal on diamond.
Krish didn't move.
Didn't blink.
His fist came back and smashed into DJ's mask.
DJ flew, his mask cracked.
Before Krish could follow, something landed on his shoulder.
A disk..
It beeped.
White mist burst out, freezing fast. Ice crawled over his shoulder, cracking the mist as it went.
Rony leaned in, and saw Krish's vitals didn't shift much, his eye landed once again on that specific monitor that was still processing something, on Krish's body.
Krish grabbed the disk.
Crushed it.
Ice shattered.
He stepped forward.
He thought DJ might have ran off.
But to his surprise, he saw him.
Right there.
DJ stood still, arm raised.
Missile locked.
No hesitation.
He fired.
Krish didn't feel threatened. He shifted left, lazy, letting it slide past his shoulder.
DJ didn't look at it.
He didn't look away from Krish either.
Behind them, the missile detonated.
Grey smoke rolled out, thick and heavy, swallowing the empty ground.
Krish kept walking.
DJ moved too. Slow. Controlled.
Rony's eyes flicked between screens—Krish's vitals, the specific monitor once again processing bar crawling forward. Almost there. Not yet.
Then the smoke.
Rony pressed a few buttons.
Drones poured out from hiding. Dozens.
Everything hit at once.
Electric arcs. Energy blasts. Ice shards.
High-frequency pulses that screamed through the air.
DJ stood in front of Rony's feed, watching.
Krish stood in the middle of it all.
Unmoved.
He raised both hands.
Paused..
Then clapped.
The sound wasn't loud—it was violent.
A thunderclap tore outward, shredding drones midair, ripping them apart like paper. The shockwave slammed into DJ and threw him back.
He hit a metal pole headfirst.
Steel rang.
DJ dropped, rolled, and lay still for a beat, his head facing the ground.
DJ tried to push himself up.
His palm slipped on wet concrete.
Before he could reset, a hand grabbed him.
Hard.
The world flipped.
DJ was airborne.
Moist air past his visor as the ground dropped away. He didn't shout. Didn't flail. Just breathed once and said—
"Rony."
A pause. Keys clicking..
"How much?"
Rony's voice came tight. Eyes locked on the bar crawling forward.
"Five seconds. Just—hold five."
DJ didn't answer.
Something slammed into his throat.
Krish.
Fingers closed around his neck midair and stopped him like gravity had been switched off. DJ's boots kicked uselessly above the street.
Krish lifted him closer.
Too close..
DJ's free hand rose, fingers digging into the edge of Krish's hand.
"Anytime," DJ said. One word. Flat.
Rony didn't hesitate, the process now complete.
"Now."
The bar snapped full.
Done.
DJ's hand lit up.
The current released wasn't loud. It was sharp.
Focused.
Krish stiffened.
Something seems to happen.
For the first time—actually reacted.