The rain shelter collapsed, the station was in disarray, debris scattered, piling up on the tracks below. Heavy rain washed over everything, and blood mixed with muddy water flowed, spreading to where the light couldn't reach.
The rain intensified, pouring down with a whoosh, raising a faint mist. Bologue and Kedening stared at each other through the haze.
Kedening's face lost all emotion, blocking out even the sensation of pain, leaving his eyes filled only with Bologue, his enemy.
Inhaling the cold, damp air, Bologue's chain glowed with a blue trajectory, as if it had come alive, twisting together like a serpent to form a round shield that covered most of Bologue's body.
Discarding the broken fist blade, Bologue drew a folding knife again, the blade resting on the edge of the round shield, his body tense.
