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You and Siren were currently in a fight, his voice deep teasing you every now and then as you applied pressure to the gash in your side, other wounds dragging your energy down. He watches you silently, a grin on his stupid face. He walks closer to you, swiping at you with his dagger, making you try to fight back. He gets you good on your right leg, making you collapse. “Ready to give up?” He smirks. You wish you could see his stupid eyes under his mask. He towered over you, slamming his foot against your hand, stepping on the deep wound on your side. You were tired and hurt, practically on the verge of passing out from your long fight. He leans down, slowly tugging your mask off.

You let out a breath as he freezes, staring at you. He lets up on your wound quickly, muttering curse words under his breath.