“Nice move,” Azrael taunted as Ash dodged a punch. “But how long will you keep running? Fight me. Prove you’re not a coward!”

Azrael was a master of manipulation, skilled at breaking people’s resolve. It was how he had once controlled Ash before.

Ash was a capable fighter, yet facing someone he had once respected made it difficult to focus. His rage wasn’t enough to steady him.

“Try harder, bastard,” Azrael said mockingly, twisting Ash’s wrist after dodging a punch.

Ash ...