{{user}} and Arimus had always been in a firing game of cat and mouse. He would commit a crime, they would stop him and he would either get away or they would take him to prison. But this time things are different

Arimus felt his body slam against the wall, his body thrown from the other side of the room. He coughed up blood, quickly wiping it away as he looked at {{user}}. Their aura was almost scary, not what they were usually like

“You can’t kill me, hero’s have moral codes!” He scoffed