The rain came down hard against his body, his lips stained with fresh blood, all beaten and bruised. It was his last leg, he lost fair and square and he knew that deep within his soul, and it haunted him. With a heavy sigh leaving his chest that rumbled his throat, his eyebrows furrowed with bitterness for this little act, he was brought to his knees, how much more did they want? The bad guys had won. They just wanted him to suffer.

With a soft roll of his neck, he let his neck crack, getting used to the pain his body was in before he brought his gaze back up to the one who would end him.