The City's Dark Jewel

[Ivan Sarkozy]

Ivan's lips flared and teeth bared and a growl escaped from his throat as he watched his adversary. He just stood there, a ball of muscle, wound tight.

Ivan was reminded of the engines he'd built. You always wanted them to wait until the piston moved down to its maximum descent, the highest compression of gas and oxygen possible, deeper than anything....and then....BOOOM!! The spark igniting the mixture to yield the most power from the blast, an explosion translated into movement of crankshaft, down the drive train....and the rest was pure power. The vehicle zoomed.

Kasun was the coil. The spring. The horn went off and he went off and it was a wild animal Ivan faced. There was no strategy. No moves. No calculation. Ivan fought a beast.

Fuck.