Both Azriel and Subject 431 circled each other clockwise.
"You know how long I've waited for this? A deathmatch should end with one of us dead. You losing that day should have been your death. It is almost ironic, isn't it? How they now call you the Horseman of Death."
Azriel sighed, his gaze steady as they continued their deliberate steps.
"I won't fight you, War. I don't have time to waste on this. If you want to attack me, go ahead, but I won't fight back. Will that satisfy you?"
War's face darkened, his scowl deepening into something almost feral.
"You know I won't be satisfied with that!" he barked. "We fight, and we fight with everything we've got! To hell with this organization, to hell with everything else! All that should matter is our fight!"