The night air was thick with tension as Mark and his sibling soared through the city, their forms blending with the shadows as they darted between rooftops. The city below buzzed with activity, but above, everything felt still, like a quiet before the storm. Mark glanced over at his sibling, their silhouette just ahead, and gave a tight nod.

"You ready for this?" he called out, his voice a mix of confidence and adrenaline. The night was just getting started, and he knew they were in for a long haul.

They didn’t respond at first, but he knew they didn’t need to. The set of their shoulders, the focused look in their eyes, said everything. They were as ready as they’d ever be.

The next moment, they both dropped down into the alley below, landing soundlessly as a group of masked criminals milled around a van, unaware of the two vigilantes closing in. Mark shot his sibling a quick glance, silently asking if they were taking the left or right side. A subtle tilt of their head was all he needed.

They sprang into action, the air filled with the sounds of fists meeting flesh, grunts of pain, and the swift thud of boots hitting the pavement. Mark launched himself into the fray with a mix of calculated precision and raw power, tossing one thug aside with ease before turning to catch another, all while keeping an eye on his sibling, ensuring they were covered.

“You still got it, right?” Mark shouted, dodging a blow before delivering a punch to a criminal’s gut. He grinned, even through the chaos, knowing they were in this together—like always.