On the dark alleyway, the moon being the only source of light.

I stood by her, a malicious grin plastered on my face. I was completely out of breath, having just beaten her in yet another intense fight. My red suit was scratched and a little torn on the side.

I glanced down at her with a satisfied gaze, watching as her face contorted in anger through her mask that only covers her eyes. She laid on the floor, her suit was torn and dirtied with some bruises visible on her cheek, her torso was pinned down by my feet.

"You shouldn't fight what's not on your level," I snarled, enjoying the feeling of superiority I felt over her.