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GENERAL CHAPTER
Dom strolled through the vibrant streets of Vancouver, British Columbia, his mind drifting with the rhythm of the city. Tall buildings stretched toward the sky, while the crisp air carried the scent of the nearby water. As he wandered, he found himself tapping out a beat, his words forming into impromptu rhymes.
"Yo, Vancouver, city of lights, Where dreams take flight, Underneath the northern lights, I roam these streets, day and night."
Lost in his own world of rhythm and rhyme, Dom meandered toward Stanley Park, his steps syncing with the beat of his rap. But as he rounded a corner, his flow was abruptly interrupted by the sight of a familiar face.
"Dane," Dom muttered under his breath, his jaw tensing at the sight of his old nemesis.
Dane, leaning casually against a nearby tree, smirked as he caught sight of Dom. "Well, well, if it isn't my old friend Dom," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
Dom clenched his fists, his heart pounding in his chest. "What's your deal this time, Dane?" he asked, his tone sharp with suspicion.
Dane's smirk widened into a grin as he pushed himself off the tree. "Oh, nothing much," he replied casually, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just thought I'd come and chill, but seems like there's another plan in mind."
Before Dom could react, Dane lunged forward, his fists swinging toward Dom's face. Reacting on instinct, Dom dodged the blow and countered with a swift kick to Dane's stomach. The two adversaries circled each other, their movements fluid and precise as they exchanged blows.
Minutes passed in a blur of motion and adrenaline, each combatant striving to gain the upper hand. Despite his lack of formal training, Dom held his own against Dane's relentless assault, his determination fueling every punch and kick.
But just as Dom began to gain the upper hand, Dane delivered a powerful blow that sent him sprawling to the ground. Gasping for breath, Dom struggled to regain his footing as Dane loomed over him, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips.
"You may have won this round, Dom," Dane chuckled, "but the game is far from over."
With a sudden burst of strength, Dom lunged forward, tackling Dane to the ground with all the force he could muster. Pinning his adversary beneath him, he met Dane's gaze with a steely determination.
"I may not have fire powers anymore," Dom growled, "but I won't let you hurt me or anyone else."
Dane's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of respect flickering in their depths. "Impressive, Dom," he admitted, his voice tinged with grudging admiration. "You may not have the flames anymore, but you've still got plenty of fight in you."
