Scene cuts to Coco vs Miko
The battlefield reeking gunpowder and blood. Miko and Coco stood opposite one another, barely recognizable. Faces were swollen, lips split, teeth missing, blood matting their hair and staining their clothes. From a gun show, to duel knife fights, it finally came down to hand to hand combat.
Each strike landed heavy, bone against bone, every breath a ragged gasp. They staggered, lunged, grappled—fighting with every ounce of strength left, neither willing to yield, the night echoed with their grunts and the thud of bodies colliding.
Finally, Coco forced Miko down, pinning her beneath her arms. Straddling her chest, she raised the knife, eyes ready to end it—but she froze.
Miko laying there on the ground, tears running down her face, heart racing, breaths panicked—she's scared.
"...Shit! I can't do it" - Coco shouts in fury
The blade hovered, but her heart refused. Her chest heaved, her grip shook, body trembling, looking at her enemy with guilt.
That hesitation cost her. Miko snarled, seizing the moment, twisting her hips and flipping Coco to the ground. In a heartbeat, Miko was on top, wresting the knife free, ready to end it once and for all—
—but a piercing scream tore from her throat. She clutched her face, convulsing as a searing mark burned itself onto her right eye. The lines carved deep into her skin like molten metal, glowing faintly before darkening into permanence, her body trembled under the agony. Finally she collapsed into unconsciousness, the knife slipping from her hand.
Coco dragged herself upright, staring down at Miko with confusion and awe, the strange mark still smoldering on her face.
"Heh, so you're...like...me-" - Coco barely able to speak
THUD
Her lips struggling to speak, but exhaustion hit her like a wave. With a final, heavy breath, she toppled beside Miko, the two of them lying broken and bloodied, both defeated, as silence returned to the night.