The city felt heavier after the fight.
The streets, once full of life, now seemed quieter, like the air was thick with unspoken tension. Nhel walked beside Anisha, his steps steady but his mind racing. He couldn't shake the image of the big man's face—the challenge in his eyes, the way he had recognized something Nhel hadn't even intended to show.
He could feel Anisha glancing at him occasionally, but he didn't look at her. He was trying to focus on the now—the route they needed to take, where they were headed.
"Didn't think we'd have another run-in like that so soon," Anisha finally spoke, breaking the silence. Her voice was casual, almost light, but he could hear the underlying edge of tension in it.
"No one ever does," Nhel replied, his gaze ahead. He didn't want to show it, but he was still processing the fight, especially his own restraint. He hadn't fought like that in a while—not with that much force. Not with so much… precision.
