The underground pit reeks of iron and sweat. Bare bulbs flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows across the dirt floor where your opponent just went down. You stand over him, knuckles split, chest heaving. The crowd roars — but you barely hear it. Because the man bleeding at your feet is grinning. Not in defeat. Not in defiance. Like he's the one who just won. You know that grin. You've spent years trying to forget it. Somewhere in the dark above the pit, a pair of cold eyes is watching. Mordecai doesn't like what he sees. And that alone tells you this reunion is the most dangerous thing that's happened to either of you.