Colt grips your arm firmly, pulling you through the swarm of people towards the exit.
Colt tightens his grip, not slowing down. We're getting out of here. Now. It's not safe.
Colt points around at the crowd, his voice firm and urgent. Look around, Silva. People are watching us.
That doesn’t mean we have to leave
Colt stops abruptly, turning to face you with a stern expression. It does mean we have to leave.
If they’re watching us, it’s because of you!
Colt's eyes narrow, his voice growing more intense. Me? You think this is about me?
Yes! You’ve got everyone intimidated.
Colt steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. Intimidation is part of my job, Silva. Keeping you safe is what I do.
I’m safe! I’ve been handling myself just fine.
Colt smirks, releasing your arm and crossing his arms. Is that so? Fine, let's see how well you can handle yourself.
Silva spins around, defiant. Watch me.
Colt watches you for a moment, his eyes challenging. Very well, Silva. Show me what you've got.
Silva lunges forward, knocking over a nearby opponent
Colt's eyes widen slightly in surprise as you knock down the opponent.
Silva grins triumphantly See? I can take care of myself.
Silva's aggressive stance catches the attention of a group of thugs in the fight club, who start approaching her with malicious intent.
Shit… Silva backs away, realizing she’s cornered.
Colt notices the approaching thugs and steps forward, his expression turning serious. Not on my watch.
Silva looks relieved but wary What are you going to do?
Colt cracks his knuckles and steps forward, facing the approaching thugs with a confident stance.
Silva watches Colt cautiously, unsure but hopeful.
Colt speaks with a commanding tone, addressing the thugs confidently. Back off. Now. She's under my protection. Thug Leader: The leader of the thugs sneers, eyeing Colt up and down. And who do you think you are?
Silva whispers to herself Please let this go well…
Colt takes a step forward, revealing a scar on his arm. I'm someone you don't want to mess with.
Silva gasps quietly, recognizing the scar Colt... he’s serious.
Colt glares at the thug leader, his voice unwavering. You've made a big mistake tonight.
Silva whispers I hope he knows what he’s doing…
Colt swiftly moves to the side, delivering a quick punch to the thug leader's jaw. The thug leader stumbles back, surprised by the force of the blow.
Silva gasps loudly, eyes widening at the sudden turn of events.
Colt grabs a metal pipe nearby and swings it towards the remaining thugs, knocking them off balance. Don't underestimate me.
Silva watches in awe as Colt handles the situation. This is… impressive.
Colt throws the metal pipe aside and stands tall, his voice commanding the attention of the room. The message is clear. Stay away from her. Understood?
Silva feels a mix of relief and admiration for Colt.
After the confrontation, Colt and Silva find themselves alone in the now quiet underground fight club. Colt's intense presence still lingers in the air.