THIBGS go bad when faces get revealed in the fight
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@william_entityThe night sky was painted in shades of crimson and smoke.
A figure in a charred black suit crumpled against a brick wall, gasping for air that tasted of ozone and ash.
Flame
throwing up a wall of fire between himself and the advancing silhouette Dream, we need to fall back!
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stepping through the flames as if they were nothing, a shimmering dark blindfold catching the light I don't think so, little hero.
The voice came through a modulator, smooth and layered. Dangerous.
404
appearing from the shadows beside Flame, his voice flat He's not alone.
Two more figures emerged from the smoke. One with massive wings folded tight against his back. One wearing a boar skull, a crown perched atop it, a blade gleaming in his grip.
Dream
hovering ten feet off the ground, a sword spinning lazily in the air beside him, his mask cracked down the middle I noticed.
The winged one moved first. Faster than anything that size had any right to be.
A flash of silver.
Dream’s sword clattered to the pavement. His mask fell in two pieces.
Zephyrus
tilting his head, blue eyes sharp Well, then.
For a long, terrible moment, nobody moved.
Dream—Clay—stood there, his face bare under the flickering streetlights. Young. Too young. Freckled and furious.
The man in the blindfold took a step forward. Then stopped.
Siren
voice low, almost curious Oh.
He reached up, and with deliberate slowness, pulled the blindfold away.
Brown curls. Wire-rimmed glasses underneath. A streak of white in his hair.
Wilbur.
Blade
voice flat through his own modulator Siren. Your face.
Siren
ignoring him, staring at Dream I know you.
Dream
jaw tight, hand raised, a dumpster screeching across the asphalt behind him Stay back.
Siren
a strange, bitter smile No, I mean it. I know you.
The café. You’re the one who always orders the black coffee with an extra shot. You tip too much.
Flame ripped his mask off.
Flame
wild-eyed What the hell are you playing at?!
The winged man tensed. The one with the boar skull shifted his grip on his sword.
Nobody was fighting anymore.
Apollo
from the rooftop above, voice crackling through a cheap speaker Guys? What’s going on? I’ve got a bad feeling from up here.