Fists of Fate: Smashing Destiny fka (Strong Man's Wrath)

Chapter 4- Rafa Steps It Up II

In the dimly lit confines of Bojo's Dome, the dust settled as the battle came to an end. Aziza, the fiery sorceress, stood up and brushed off the dirt that clung to her dark cloak. She turned to address her stoic companion, Gmakame.

"You sure we should have let them go, Gmakame? Better late than never," Aziza quipped, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Gmakame rose to his feet, his cloak concealing his true form until now. With a swift motion, he extracted a spear that had pierced his gut and placed his palm over the wound. An intricate technique mended the damage, leaving no trace of the injury. He dropped his cloak, revealing his striking features - black hair long hair with some of it typed in a bun, a face younger than his years, and fatigue evident in the bags under his eyes. Despite his scrawny build, he possessed an undeniable handsomeness.

"We follow our orders first; anything else is secondary," Gmakame responded in his usual dull tone, ignoring Aziza's playful banter. Aziza let out a sigh and wiped her face, her frustration evident.

"You're always so uptight, ugh! Get a life outside your job; it'll help in more ways than one," she chided, referring to Gmakame's appearance. However, he paid her no mind, scanning the area for any sign of their target, Jotar.

"Hey, Aziza," Gmakame finally inquired, "have you seen Jota—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the ground beneath them rumbled, and a jubilant figure burst forth. Jotar emerged from the earth, letting out an exuberant shout of excitement.

"Man! Those kids were awesome!" Jotar exclaimed. "The one with the staff was the shit, but it's gotta be what's his name... umm, BOJIN! Yeah, that's my guy! That last punch spoke to me, you know?"

Aziza couldn't resist a snide comment. "And what did it tell you? That you're an oversized meathead who got sent six feet deep by a kid?"

Jotar, undeterred, retorted, "I wasn't talking to you! You're one to talk

,clothes ripped up and all by some runt."

Their argument escalated, their voices growing louder, and it seemed they were about to exchange blows. However, Gmakame swiftly stepped between them, his palms on their stomachs, and using a controlled burst of energy, sent them flying in opposite directions.

"That's enough. Let's just head back and make the report," Gmakame stated in his usual, monotone voice, although the memory of Rafa's words echoed in his mind. "Tch! We'll meet those brats again soon enough."

Jotar laughed and playfully messed up Gmakame's hair, while Aziza joined in, her laughter muffled by her hand.

"Don't tell me... you'll do it?" Aziza teased.

Gmakame, still feeling the effects of his earlier wound, rubbed his stomach, then examined his palm. "They're different," he admitted, "but not enough to force me out of holding back."

Aziza cast a spell to mend her torn clothes and wounds, and Jotar stretched and cracked his neck and knuckles.

"Just kids gave me much more fight than most thugs these days," Jotar remarked as he continued to stretch. "That's the spot, alright!"

Aziza checked the time and prompted them, "Time to go?"

Gmakame nodded, and Aziza used her magic to open a portal. They all donned their cloaks, revealing the insignia of Ganban's special forces embroidered on the backs. Aziza signaled that the portal was ready.