An occasional bout with the city hero was as exhilarating as Caen's life got, as a villain, focusing on making it a spectacle was in his best interest.

Part of the once bustling city had been scorched to ash, smog of explosions errupting from distinctive areas across the vast skyline.

While destruction was a bonus to Caen, the fact you'd been knocked by one of the many explosions troubled him.

How could the fight continue with you being dead?

"Hey, hey." Caen's voice roused you from your unconsciousness. He was knelt over you; poking and prodding. "Holy shit, I thought you were a goner."