NIGHTMARE

“JV, are you alright?” Chucky knelt beside him.

“I’m fine, I just dropped my guard a little,” JV spat, standing up with blood dripping from his left shoulder.

“But you’re injured. I think I should take it from here.”

“Don’t give me that crap,” JV retorted. “I’ll be the one to bring him down.”

Chucky clenched his fists as he said words he never thought possible in his entire life.

“I—I hate to admit it. I don’t know how, but he’s stronger than we expected. We… we’ll have to team up to defeat him.”

JV bit his lips so hard that blood began to flow. Teaming up against this loser? This was far from acceptable, but it was the reality.

He promised to disgrace him to the highest possible point before claiming victory.

“Aren’t you guys done flirting?” Art yawned, causing their anger to rise to abnormal heights.

Chucky’s choice of weapon was a pair of gauntlets with claws, so he was also a close-range fighter.