I don't know how I feel about this one, but the story wouldn't let go until I'd written it. Both central characters are being brutal and ruthless. The end feels exhausted and drained of emotion. Nothing's settled, nothing's gained.

The faded symbol on the wall is supposed to be the symbol of , whom the Sixth Street Strikers idolize/worship. Well, at least their higher-ups do. The warrior groups like Ashara's den tend to be a little more focused on tactics and strategy because they're typically at war with other street gangs on a daily basis.