THIRD PERSON's POV
A deafening silence filled the air. Everyone stood still, their expressions etched with horror at the terrible event they had just witnessed. Demon had killed a district leader without hesitation. This brutal act only fueled their anger and hatred towards her even more. They all wanted her dead, believing that her death would return everything to the way it was before.
Caleb knelt beside Demon, carefully treating her wounds. "Your fight with that mask was incredible. I thought he would beat you," Caleb said, his voice low and steady.
Demon was fortunate that Caleb's team was nearby. If they hadn't been there, someone else might have gotten hold of her unconscious body. "He only managed to hit me because I was exhausted," Demon replied, her voice rough with fatigue.
Troy, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. "That mask is better than the previous ones, isn't it?"
Demon shook her head slightly. "Well, they're all the same. The only difference is I was exhausted when I fought Stanley." She then began to gather her clothes and some weapons, her movements slow but determined.
Caleb's eyes widened with alarm. He quickly grabbed Demon's arm, stopping her. "What the hell are you doing? You’re not completely healed yet. You might collapse again if you don’t take care of yourself."
Demon's gaze darkened, and her eyes gradually turned bloodshot. "No, Caleb, what the hell are you doing? I didn't give you permission to touch me," She said, her voice filled with a dangerous edge.
Caleb didn't back down. "It's still dangerous for you to go out there in this condition."
Demon's expression turned annoyed. "I live for danger." She started to turn away when Caleb lunged at her from behind. Demon quickly dodged the attack, her movements sharp and precise despite her exhaustion.
Caleb's determination didn't waver. "You won't leave. If I have to tie you up to keep you here, I will," he threatened, worry evident in his voice. He was not only concerned about Demon but also about the potential havoc she could wreak if left unchecked.
Demon's eyes narrowed. "You're wasting my time, but fine. I'll give you a chance. Me versus you and Troy." She stood ready, a tense silence settling over the room as everyone braced for the inevitable clash.
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The tension in the air was visible as Demon squared off against Caleb and Troy. The room seemed to shrink as the three of them sized each other up, the weight of their unspoken challenge heavy on everyone's minds.
A slow smile spread across Demon's face, a glint of excitement sparking in her bloodshot eyes. "Let's make this interesting," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Caleb and Troy exchanged a brief glance before moving in unison. Caleb lunged forward, aiming a punch at Demon's midsection. At the same time, Troy circled around, attempting to flank her from behind.
Demon moved with a speed and grace that belied her injured state. She sidestepped Caleb's punch, catching his arm and using his momentum to throw him to the ground. In the same fluid motion, she spun around to face Troy, who was already mid-kick. Demon blocked the kick with her forearm, the impact sending a sharp jolt of pain through her body, but her grin only widened.
"Come on, you can do better than that," Demon taunted, her voice filled with a twisted kind of glee.
Caleb was back on his feet in an instant, coming at Demon with a series of rapid punches. Demon parried each blow, her movements precise and controlled. She could feel her strength waning, but the thrill of the fight pushed her through, drawing on her deep well of resolve.
