Face Off

"I challenge you to a fight," Sun declared, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and defiance.

"If you can defeat me, then I will gladly introduce you to my grandpa. But if not, you will be banished from here, never to be seen again."

Primus's eyes widened with disbelief. "But I have nowhere else to go. This is my last chance."

Sun's expression remained resolute, unmoved by Primus's plight.

"I don't care about that. You must have heard how they settle disputes here, through combat."

Primus nodded, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"Yes, I've heard of it. But wait, you are his grandson. I thought he only had one son."

A wry smile played on Sun's lips.

"That doesn't matter. The elder only recognizes those who prove themselves worthy. Let's find out who that truly is."

Primus hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions.

He longed to meet his grandfather, to be acknowledged and embraced by his own blood.

Yet, the prospect of facing Sun in a battle filled him with both fear and a flicker of determination.

"But..." Primus began, his voice trailing off, searching for an alternative, a way to avoid the impending clash.

With a fierce determination, Sun charged towards Primus, his strike aimed at overwhelming his opponent.

However, Primus, though initially pushed back, managed to block the attack with his outstretched hand.

Despite the force behind Sun's blow, Primus refused to yield, holding his ground.

"You are so weak," Sun sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"How can you even think of meeting your grandfather?"

Undeterred, Sun continued his assault, delivering a swift and powerful strike that sent Primus tumbling backward.

Pain seared through Primus's body as he hit the ground, gasping for breath.

Gritting his teeth, Sun leaned over Primus, his anger palpable.

"Look at me!" he bellowed, his voice filled with fury and contempt.

"I said look at me.."

Primus, unable to ignore the command, met Sun's intense gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and defiance.

In that moment, Primus felt the weight of Sun's words crashing down upon him.

The harsh realization that his dreams of reuniting with his grandfather might be shattered gnawed at his soul.

Doubt threatened to consume him, but a flicker of resolve ignited within him.

However, before Primus could respond, Sun delivered a final blow to his pride.

"Never come back here," Sun spat, his voice laced with venom.

"Know that the elder only loves those who are strong, not someone like you—weak and pathetic."

As Sun started his journey back, a surge of frustration and conflicting emotions surged within him.

Suddenly, Primus lunged towards him, attempting to strike, but Sun's reflexes kicked in, and he deftly dodged the attack.

Reacting swiftly, he delivered a powerful kick to Primus's stomach, causing him to double over in pain.

Breathing heavily, Sun spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and concern.

"Look, I don't want to be the bad guy here, but this is reality. Please, don't let your grandfather despise your father for having a weak son. Don't let him harbor hatred towards you or your father."

Determined and unwavering, Primus met Sun's gaze. "I won't go until I meet him," he declared firmly.

"Why are you making me do this?" Sun's voice cracked with a hint of anguish, his grip tightening on Primus's body.

He compelled Primus to stand, denying him the chance to utter his incomplete thoughts.

Without hesitation, Sun delivered another forceful punch to Primus's stomach, causing him to stagger backward.

But Sun's actions didn't end there. Relentlessly, he seized Primus's body, forcing him to stand once more, before delivering a swift and powerful kick to his midsection.

Pain radiated through Primus's body, his breath caught in his throat.

The intensity of the blows mirrored the internal conflict within Sun himself. Emotions intertwined—frustration, desperation, and perhaps even a shred of compassion, hidden beneath the surface.

"Never come back" said as sun started walking away,

The world seemed to blur as Primus collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing with pain from Sun's relentless blows.

Each strike reverberated through his being, amplifying his suffering. Gasping for breath, he mustered the strength to rise, his eyes fixed upon Sun's retreating figure.

A mixture of anguish and fury radiated from his trembling form as he locked eyes with Sun retreating figure.

Primus screamed, his voice laced with a mix of anger and desperation, his words echoing through the surrounding silence.

Sun's expression hardened, his brows furrowing as he met Primus's gaze.

A torrent of conflicting emotions surged within him, and he couldn't help but voice his own turmoil.

"I don't like this. I don't want to do this. Why? Why are you making me do this to you? Why?"

Anguish intermingled with anger in Sun's voice as he questioned the circumstances that had led them to this violent confrontation.

His frustration overflowed, born out of a profound sense of responsibility and the weight of an unyielding fate.

"Why... just why do you even exist?" Sun's voice dripped with anger and frustration, his words laced with a seething resentment that consumed him.

Sun's frown deepened as he approached Primus, a mix of determination and regret etched on his face.

Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful punch to Primus's already bloodied face, causing him to collapse onto the ground once more.

But Sun's onslaught did not cease there.

With a relentless ferocity, he continued to rain down blow after blow upon Primus, the sickening sound of impact mingling with Primus's pained cries.

Amidst the onslaught, Sun's voice quivered, barely audible amidst the cacophony of their clash.

"What are you after... huh? Why do you want to meet my grandpa? Why?" Each word escaped his lips like a fragile whisper, a plea for understanding amidst the chaos and violence that surrounded them.

Sun's fists, once filled with a relentless fury, ceased their assault for a brief, suspended moment.

He leaned in closer, his breath heavy and ragged, his eyes searching for answers in the battered face before him.

In that vulnerable pause, his voice carried a profound mix of anguish and determination.

"Love... for love," he uttered, his words saturated with a raw honesty that pierced through the thick fog of conflict.

The weight of his confession hung heavily in the air, revealing the depths of his longing and the significance of his desperate quest.

As Primus slipped into unconsciousness, the air hung heavy with the weight of their confrontation.

The echoes of their violence reverberated through the stillness, a testament to the depths of their conflicted desires and the insurmountable struggle between them.