The settling dust swirled through the freezing, heavy air of the cavernous hall. Ren Sihue stood perfectly still, his icy blue eyes locked onto the masked man standing amidst the shattered stone. He gripped the hilt of his short sword so tightly his knuckles had turned stark white.
The Joker leaned his weight awkwardly onto his uninjured leg and let out a long, exaggerated sigh. He dramatically pointed a white-gloved finger down at his own mangled knee. "Look at what you did to my leg," the Joker emphasized, almost with a childish pout.
Ren did not say a single word. He didn't shift his stance, nor did he let a single trace of emotion show on his disciplined, stoic face. Yet, beneath his calm exterior, his mind was spiraling into panic.
How is this bastard still standing? Ren screamed internally, his eyes tracking the unnatural angle of the Joker's knee. Does he not feel pain at all? And more importantly... how the fuck did he attack me like that?
