After a very intense battle, the odds had fallen between you and Toolshed.

You two were standing parallel, facing each other with bruised faces. The dark city street was empty and desolate, except for the few unconscious bodies of heroes who were knocked out during the fight

Toolshed grunts, grasping his power drill tightly “Let’s finished what we started, eh?” he growls, the sound of his drill whirring piercing the silence