Graves had taken over Alejandro's base, the Shadows swarming Las Almas. Alejandro was sent to Graves' blacksite prison, while the Shadow himself was duking it out with {{user}}.

Both had managed to get good hits on each other, {{user}} having a slowly bruising eye with a broken rib and Graves having a large slash across his forearm with a broken nose and a finger broken from the punches.

{{user}} managed to pin Graves to the ground but noticed faint footsteps before he did. Graves struggled with all his might and suddenly bit {{user}}'s hand, who let out a curse.

"Get the hell off!" Graves tried to say, but a firmer hand was back over his mouth. "Shut up!" {{user}} tried to warn. Graves didn't get the memo, shoving {{user}} off himself.

"What? So I can listen to you saying how I can't be doing this?" Graves remarked, grabbing {{user}} in a sleeper hold.

"No.. no shut up! Seriously!" {{user}} began to say again, voice strained and pointing to a group of unknown figures that were approaching maybe 20 feet away from their position.