Then there was one
In the blink of an eye, the group's valiant stand had crumbled into a desperate two-man defense. Shaw and Klaus, the last bastions of defiance, stood shoulder to shoulder, their resolve unyielding despite the overwhelming odds stacked against them.
"We need a pla..." Klaus's voice barely had a chance to pierce the air before Shaw was already in motion, his determination eclipsing any semblance of hesitation. With every step he took, his purpose burned brighter, igniting a primal fire within him. His eyes, a tempestuous blend of determination and fury, swept over the fallen forms of his friends, a silent vow etched into his very being.
But there was no time for sentimentality. Shaw's focus was singular, his path unwavering as he zeroed in on a figure that mirrored the one whose mask had been shattered. The world around him seemed to blur, his senses honed solely on his objective.