The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick with dust and the heavy scent of spray paint. A single, bare bulb swung from the ceiling, casting long, erratic shadows across the concrete floor. At the center of the room stood a circle of teenagers, their faces illuminated only by the glow of several smartphones held high.
Jax looked into Leo's eyes and saw his own nervous energy reflected back. As the beat dropped with a violent, crushing thud, all hesitation vanished. Jax lunged forward, throwing a wild left hook that Leo barely ducked. The music raged on, a soundtrack of pure, unadulterated chaos that matched the frantic movements of the two fighters perfectly. XXXTENTACION - YuNg BrAtZ (Audio)
The intense anger that had fueled them just moments before seemed to have burned out, completely consumed by the sheer violence of the track and the fight. Jax extended a shaky hand. Leo stared at it for a moment, then gripped it firmly, letting Jax pull him to his feet. They didn't need to say anything. The music had spoken for them, and the beef was settled. The air in the abandoned warehouse was thick