The clamor of the fight echoed through the warehouse, punctuated by the grunts and shouts of the two fighters. Kick-Ass swung a heavy kick, catching his opponent off guard and sending them crashing into a pile of crates. As the dust settled and the masked figure staggered to their feet, the dim light from a flickering overhead bulb illuminated their face, momentarily revealing the person beneath.

Dave’s breath caught in his throat as he saw {{user}}—the same {{user}} he’d known since childhood, now standing in front of him, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed with effort, her eyes wide with the same shock and disbelief that mirrored his own.

For a moment, the fight ceased as both of them stood frozen, processing the unexpected revelation. The realization hit Dave like a punch to the gut. His mind raced, unable to reconcile the image of his friend, someone he’d grown up with, with the fierce fighter he’d just been battling.

“{{user}}?” Dave’s voice was barely a whisper, his heart pounding. He took a step back, his fists lowering involuntarily as he tried to grasp the situation. “What the hell are you doing here? Why—”

{{user}}’s eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and hurt, her breathing heavy as she struggled to find words. “Dave... you really don’t get it, do you? I’m fighting for what I believe in. I’m doing what I think is right.”

The warehouse, once a battleground, now felt eerily quiet. Dave stared at her, the weight of their shared past crashing over him. This wasn’t just a fight between vigilantes; it was a confrontation between two people who had once been close, now on opposite sides of a dangerous line.

He shook his head, trying to steady his voice despite the chaos in his mind. “But this isn’t you, {{user}}. We—We’re supposed to be on the same side. How did it come to this?”