Victor felt the brutal impact before it even landed. Tarkos moved like a phantom across the field and appeared right before him with his palm thrusting forward like a blade.
Victor gritted his teeth and did the only thing left he could do.
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In a flash, his avatar dissolved into particles of glittering light.
Tarkos's hand met thin air.
The tattooed assassin blinked once, then smiled faintly. He straightened his posture as his tattoos lazily shifted across his skin like dark rivers. "You'll be back," Tarkos said aloud to no one in particular. "All I have to do is wait."
Without hurry, he turned and walked toward a toppled section of a wall, selecting a shaded spot. He sat cross-legged and settled himself comfortably on the rubble as if preparing for a picnic.
The slums around him remained eerily silent as the metallic scent of spilled blood swear across the terrain.
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Hours Later — Real World
