The rain lashed against the windows, a relentless downpour that matched the fury between Abby and Ellie. Their eyes locked, both women on the edge of exhaustion, their bodies bruised and battered from the brutal fight. The air crackled with tension, each knowing this confrontation might be their last. It wasn’t just a fight for survival—it was for everything they had lost.

Ellie’s grip tightened on her weapon, and Abby, equally determined, took a step forward. They clashed again, their bodies slamming against each other as they wrestled for control. The force of their struggle sent them crashing to the ground, rain splattering all around them. Ellie’s breath was ragged, her heart pounding. This was it.

But in that split second of violent struggle, something unexpected flickered between them. Abby’s expression softened slightly, her body frozen for a moment as their eyes met—something in the air shifted, something unspoken. Ellie hesitated.

Abby let out a short, awkward laugh, breaking the tension. “You know… when I first saw you, I thought I’d get close enough, and you’d panic so much, you’d just… fart.”

Ellie blinked, completely caught off guard. “What?”

Abby’s cheeks flushed a little, embarrassed but amused. “Yeah, I figured I could embarrass you forever by making you do that… Mock you for eternity.” She chuckled, still not entirely believing how ridiculous her thought had been.

Ellie, stunned for a moment, couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing. “Wait, what? That was your plan? Make me fart?”

Abby shrugged, a grin tugging at her lips. “It was a dumb thought, okay? But desperation does that to a person.”

Ellie laughed harder, the absurdity of it all breaking through the tension. The fight seemed suddenly so small, so trivial. The shared humor, the unexpected shift—everything was different now.