Gangster Hybrid

[Flashback – Five Days Ago | Training Room – Vampire King's Castle]

The training room trembled with the aftermath of an intense battle—dents, cracks, and blood stains scattered across the stone floor. In the center of it all, Lyriana, Draven, and Aldric were locked in a fierce three-way sparring match.

Lyriana launched a flurry of high-speed kicks at Draven, a playful smile on her face. Draven, grinning, weaved between her strikes, his body moving like smoke. Suddenly, Aldric appeared at her side, fist already mid-swing.

Lyriana twisted her body in response, swinging her leg up to meet Aldric's incoming punch. Her foot collided with his fist, halting its momentum. Draven, capitalizing on the distraction, darted forward with a punch aimed at her midsection.

But Lyriana saw it coming. Balancing on Aldric's fist, she launched herself upward, dodging Draven's strike. As she flipped into the air, Draven didn't miss a beat. Using the force from his missed punch, he pivoted on his right foot and twisted his body—his left leg whipping toward Aldric in a brutal roundhouse.

Aldric, quick as ever, raised his arm just in time. Not only did he block Draven's leg—he grabbed it.

Lyriana landed lightly nearby, watching with interest as Aldric grinned, gripping Draven's leg tightly.

"Got you," he said, left fist already swinging toward Draven's face.

Draven simply smiled.

With a sudden surge of strength, he drove his right leg into the ground. The impact cracked the stone beneath him. Twisting his torso, he spun—his left leg still held by Aldric. With a sickening crunch, his bones dislocated under the force, allowing him to narrowly avoid Aldric's punch.

Aldric raised a brow. "Hmph," he muttered, eyeing Draven, who—despite the pain—still wore that damn smile.

Before Aldric could react further, Draven's right leg arced around and struck him squarely in the head with pinpoint precision. The blow snapped Aldric's neck to the side and sent him flying across the room.

Draven twisted midair and landed softly, his dislocated leg already snapping back into place, fully healed.

Beside him, Lyriana came in fast, leg swinging. Their limbs collided in a blur—kick for kick, blow for blow. The battle raged on, a beautiful, brutal dance of skill and power.

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[Later That Evening | Draven's Chambers]

Draven sat in a steaming tub, muscles sore but relaxed, the sound of water dripping echoing in the stone chamber.

"It's been four years," he mused aloud. "Still sparring with Lyriana and Aldric... two, maybe three times a week."

He leaned back, eyes half-lidded with nostalgia.

"Hannah and Aunt Olivia came to visit two years ago. Thought it'd be awkward, talking to her after everything. But it wasn't. We talked… normally. She wasn't as quiet as before."

A small smile crossed his face.

"We went for a walk in the garden. Did some archery. Honestly, felt like a date." He blushed, chuckling softly. "Now I've got a girlfriend."

He stood up, water cascading down his body.

"She still looks like a kid," he said, a mischievous grin forming, "but give her a few years… she's gonna grow into a sexy-ass bitch."

He laughed again, stepping out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Oh—and Uncle Isaac and Alex visited last year too. And yeah, she's still asking to spar the moment she gets here."