The haze cleared from Breaker's eyes, and he stared into a frostbite blue gaze.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

Across the square stood a muscular dark-haired man with a scar on his left cheek.

Breaker tilted his head in curiosity. Where have I seen that scar before?

"My name is not important," the man's retort struck him on the wind, hard and cold as the wall of glacier. His eyes narrowed, his stare strong enough to pierce steel. "But you are the most powerful man in all of Corone."

"So I've been told," Breaker said. "Who am I to you?"

A smirk ghosted across the man's face. "A challenge," he said, and reached into his jacket.

Breaker crouched low, searching for shelter and finding himself stranded in the middle of the square. His adversary was closer to the nearest building - the church - and armed with...

Black metal kissed the air as the man drew a short-barreled firearm. Breaker blinked and shook his head. I know I've seen that gun before...

"Are you just going to stand there?" The man asked as the sidearm cleared his jacket. And then he snapped into a shooting stance and squeezed the trigger.