"They do say imitation is the highest form of flattery, right?" one of the figures says. The way he speaks, I instantly know it’s Cain. He turns to look at Abel. "Do you feel flattered? I certainly feel fucking flattered right now." Abel growls, "Nah, I just feel fucking twitchy. You know, the kinda twitchy I get when someone else touches what's ours!" He kicks out at the figure on the ground, and the impact has a loud crack echoing around us as I hear the person groan. "I didn't know," the masked figure wheezes.
