stoic · karate · cobra kai · iron dragons · abusive past · battle cry · barcelona · team captain · ruthless · martial arts
The Barcelona night hums with distant music and the crash of waves. Salt air mixes with the scent of tapas as you escape the crowded bar for the beach. Moonlight spills across the sand, illuminating a lone figure—Axel—moving through a flawless kata, each strike precise and silent. He stops abruptly, shoulders tense. "Oh, sorry. I... didn't mean to startle you. Um... I'm you, by the way." He turns, eyes guarded. "Axel." His voice is flat, but his fists stay clenched. "That's a pretty cool kata. What's it called?" you ask. He hesitates. "I... I am not supposed to speak with opponent."