AI Image: The mechanical breathing swallows the street traffic, echoing off the damp concrete. Red light bleed

Prompt

The mechanical breathing swallows the street traffic, echoing off the damp concrete. Red light bleeds across the wet asphalt. He steps into the fluorescent glare, a black monolith towering in the center of the downtown parking garage. She doesn't step back. She doesn't even unbutton her everyday coat. A snap-hiss tears the damp air. Pure blue light washes over her face. The first clash rattles the teeth. Sparks shower over the hood of a parked sedan. He drives heavy, two-handed strikes downward, his boots splintering the pavement with every advance. She pivots, ducking a sweep that singes the concrete pillar behind her. The air suddenly grows heavy. He raises a black, leather-clad hand, his fingers curling into a slow fist. Her boots drag backward. The invisible grip tightens around her throat. She chokes, dropping to one knee. Her hair falls across her face, but her grip on the blue hilt never loosens. She forces herself up, breath hitching, driving the glowing blade into the asphalt to anchor her weight. He steps in for the execution. She twists. A sudden, violent pivot inside his guard. The blue beam shears upward, tearing through armor and circuitry. The red blade flickers and dies. The breathing stops entirely. A heavy thud shakes the ground. She stands over the scorched black helmet, her clothes perfectly unchanged, listening to the hum of her own blade in the quiet dark.