It's all irrelevant Darminian - it doesn't matter. You of all people should know that.
The roof of the McClane Tower, - now a host to two men standing face to face. The highest building on the block, that meant nothing but sky surrounded them as they spoke. One in sneakers and a suit and a jet black trench, the other in a crimson coat with black designs dancing up along it's outside. His pale skin didn't seem too out of place in this city, but his reptilian yellow eyes did, through gritted teeth he continued to speak.
The system is dominated by only one force, action and consequence. Balance is what keeps everything moving - and no matter what you do or try to - there will always be a counter balance for your actions.
The winds from atop the tower blew past them, filling the void with a harsh whistle. His hair and trench gave way to the winds, whipping wildly within them, his demure remained motionless.
Cause and affect Darminian - everything that happens here happens for a reason. You and I are digits in a greater scheme, a greater chain of events. Anything that happens here and now is irrelevant. You cannot change what's happened - you cannot continue this path.
The coat blowing in the wind around him, his still maintained the dead calm, as he tilted his head to the left and right to crack his neck.
Then so be it - I am going to balance you - to put you back in your place Darminian. Know now - your death could have been avoided.
The exile reached into his coat and withdrew twin Mac 10's, the submachine guns roared as they chewed through their clips unloading round after round in Darminian's direction. On the opposite side - the trench that'd been dancing wildly in the wind - was whipped back into control by a savage movement - as his arm's dove into the coat and withdrew the twin bedlams and returned fire.
Bullets flew as they unleashed hell upon one-another, strafing, ducking and weaving beneath the hails of death, seconds would turn to minutes as bullet streams could be viewed overhead. The sounds around the tower itself were consumed by the gunfire until finally only the echoes of empty chambers filled the area. The two still stood, splashes of blood and casings lay on the ground beneath both of them.
You will not defeat me Darminian!
He shouted as he tossed his Mac 10's to the ground. Darminian, did the same with his pistols and began to walk forwards slowly. He could feel the hot blood, dripping down his flesh, the sting of the freshly landed bullet wounds, the stiffness in his body from the blood loss, but he continued to walk forward. The exile did the same, and they stopped but feet from one-another.
It's not too late to walk away Darminian - I know you're wounded.
Don't worry, I intend to walk away - as soon as were done here.
He reached yet again into that crimson coat and withdrew a blade, it curved slightly and held a serrated back side, little teeth like fangs that would tear the flesh not just cut it swiftly. He held it like you would to stab, and ran the back of the blade gently along his wrist, his hand was turned to the side, the other rested on the bicep of the arm with the knife. With a flick of his wrist he slashed outwards toward Darminian - the tip of the knife cutting his trench, the arm still extended he spun the knife around so the bladed side was now above his hand as he continued to slash forward.
He slashed from his left to his right - and caught Darminian across the torso - blood splashed through the air as another slash descended towards Darminian from his left. The bottom of his forearm collided with the exiles wrist stopping the blades descent, before he'd realized what had happened - Darminian had delivered crushing blow to his exposed torso - leaving him winded. As the exile tried to breathe in he felt his opponent grip his wrist and duck under his arm, he could feel it twist behind him - and then he felt nothing as the blade lodged itself into his spine
His whole body shook, as he began to breathe short quick breaths, his yellow eyes wide open, his lips parted in an attempt to speak - but merely the ghosts of a whisper left his lips. Darminian leaned in his mouth near the exile ear and whispered.
Perhaps your logic isn't mistaken, but you overlooked the possibility that I might have been here to balance your inequalities to the system.
Tears slipped from the exiles yellow eyes as a new sound filled the area.
The new sound that echoed across the rooftop was that of Darminian's running shoes walking away. The exile fell to his knees still shivering, but soon it slowed and stopped, every part of his body was motionless - and then, everything stopped.
Darminian
