Setting: The rooftops of a shattered cyber-city, high above a battlefield littered with fallen drones and broken steel. The neon glow of the skyline reflects off the rain-slicked surface. Shen has fallen—his once-unbreakable stance now weakened. His breathing is ragged, his armor cracked. Enemies close in from all sides, their weapons charged. He won't last much longer.

But Zed (you) is still here.

Shen kneels, his grip on his sword faltering. The enemies surrounding him are heavily armed, their mechanical visors scanning for a weakness. He exhales slowly, accepting that this may be his last stand. And then—

A flash of red. A streak of shadow. The hum of a blade cutting through the night.

Zed appears.

He moves like a ghost, his figure flickering in and out of the light. His mask’s golden visor glares as he cuts through the first wave of enemies with ruthless precision. His strikes are fast, fluid—like a fox playing with its prey before the kill. One by one, the enemies fall, their metal limbs sparking as they collapse.

Zed (Smirking): "You look terrible, Wolf. Didn’t I tell you to watch your back?"

Shen (Weakly): "You shouldn’t be here, Zed…"

Zed (Grinning): "And leave you to die? Not a chance."

Zed helps Shen to his feet, supporting him with one arm while keeping his other hand on his kunai. More enemies approach, their numbers overwhelming. But Zed doesn’t flinch. If they want Shen, they’ll have to go through him first.

Zed (Coldly): "Come on, then. Let’s see who falls first."