The cave fell into deep silence.
The only sounds left were the low bubbling of lava beneath the bridge and the faint shifts of feet scraping against stone.
At the center of the bridge, Bobby and Daniella stood facing each other.
Neither looked away.
Daniella wore a smug expression. Her revolver was aimed steadily at Bobby's chest. She looked certain of victory.
Bobby's face had already turned pale. Sweat dripped from his chin. His breathing was uneven. But he didn't step back.
He tightened his grip around the dagger in his right hand.
Then, without warning, both of them moved.
Daniella fired her remaining bullets rapidly. The gunshots echoed through the cave, sharp and violent.
Bobby dashed forward.
Some bullets he narrowly evaded. Others grazed him; his arm, his cheek, the side of his leg.
Thin lines of blood appeared.
"Ahh!"
He swung his dagger forward and followed it with a punch.
