A little Earlier
An aircraft tore through the night sky at impossible speed, cutting across clouds bruised with storms. Lightning veins split the heavens open, flashing violently over the metal hull.
Below, the battle of Ron and Rocky vs. the 8th and 9th Heads of Foster sent shockwaves across the continent. One of Ron's strikes rattled the planet itself
and the aircraft shuddered under the force.
"Sir! We can't take another hit—one more shockwave and the plane will destabilize!" the pilot shouted, panic rising in his voice.
The man in the black suit didn't flinch.
Behind him, Locki—trapped inside futuristic restraints—watched with his eyes the only part of him still free.
Ron… he's grown even stronger, he thought.
Another shockwave slammed into the aircraft. Then another. The engines howled, losing stability. The plane lurched violently, twisting through the storm like a wounded beast.
Just as the pilot regained partial control, Rocky unleashed a Lightning Tornado. The spiraling electricity struck the aircraft head-on.
Alarms screamed.
The aircraft spun out of control, plunging toward the mountains.
A moment later, it crashed—
and the explosion erupted like a miniature sun, visible from all of Hero Town.
IN THE PRESENT
Far away, Ron and Rocky froze mid-fight as William vanished before their eyes. As soon as Rocky turned
"What—where did he—" Rocky started.
But the burning light on the horizon answered before he could finish.
Ron and Rocky exchanged a look.
Then they moved.
Ron teleported.
Rocky became lightning itself.
They arrived at the crash site.
Before they could land, shattered metal erupted skyward—
the destroyed aircraft rising on its own like someone lifting the dead.
The debris hurled towards Ron in a deadly barrage.
Ron twisted away and shot into the air. With a flick of his fingers, telekinesis gripped the metal and slung it back with crushing force.
From the burning ruins stepped the man in the black suit, completely unharmed.
He blurred—
appearing in front of Ron through the rain of metal.
Ron blocked the punch just in time, yet the impact sent him flying backward like a ragdoll.
Rocky moved instantly, driving a lightning-fueled punch into the man's face.
The blow launched him into a nearby mountain—
—which collapsed entirely, burying him.
"HAAAAAA!"
A roar tore the night apart.
He burst from the rubble and, in a blink, appeared above Rocky—fist pulled back to kill.
Ron teleported in the same instant, materializing above the attacker. With both feet, he stomped the man from above, smashing him into the ground with world shaking force.
Ron leapt back, drawing the Blade of Vengeance.
Fire Element activated
The blade ignited with burning light as Ron pointed the tip downwards—and hurled it like a falling star.
The flaming sword tore through the air, descending like an asteroid aimed straight for the man's throat.
The man screamed.
A shockwave of super-sonic sound exploded from his mouth.
The scream deflected the sword mid-air and slammed directly into Ron and Rocky.
Blood spurted from their ears, eyes, and nose.
Both warriors crashed onto the ground, stunned.
Through the ringing silence, the man in the black suit slowly rose from the crater.
Ron and Rocky collapsed onto the shattered ground, both struggling to regain their footing. Their bodies trembled, ears still ringing from the sonic assault.
The man in the black suit stared at them—cold, unreadable.
His eyes shifted to Ron.
He inhaled.
Then—
he screamed again.
Ron teleported away in the blink of an eye.
Thunder cracked.
Rocky blitzed forward, his fist inches from the man's jaw.
At the same instant, Ron reappeared behind the attacker, his kick arcing toward the man's face.
BOOM.
The clash exploded outward, a shockwave tearing through the battlefield and hurling all three fighters in different directions.
Ron was flung across the horizon—straight toward Bruce's city.
The man in black was catapulted into another district entirely.
In Ron's House
Carter and his family froze as the distant boom rolled through the walls.
Everyone rushed into the living room.
"What was that?" Carter's little sister whispered, terrified.
"Calm down," Carter said, trying to steady his own breathing.
What are Ron and Rocky fighting now…?
The ceiling exploded.
A body crashed straight through the roof and landed in the center of the living room.
All of Carter's family screamed and hid behind him.
"Rocky?" Carter said, stunned.
Rocky stood up, brushing dust off himself.
"Hey. Good to see you all safe."
"What's going on?" Carter asked.
"Nothing. Take care of your family," Rocky replied quietly—
then vanished in a streak of lightning.
Carter stared up at the gaping hole above them, the full moon shining through.
"Ron is gonna kill me if he sees the roof…" Carter muttered.
Elsewhere
The man in the black suit rose from the rubble.
And with a single scream, the surrounding streets shattered—windows burst, buildings cracked, cars flipped. Chaos rippled outward like a shockwave.
Ron teleported directly in front of him and drove his knee into the man's face.
The man staggered.
Ron followed up, aiming a kick—
but the stranger caught Ron's leg mid-air and slammed him into the ground.
A punch came down like a hammer.
Ron blocked with both legs, absorbed the impact, then teleported above the man—
and smashed his fist into the man's face.
The man stumbled back, dust rising around him.
Ron panted, chest heaving.
"Who are you…?"
The man wiped blood from his lip.
"I am Red Wolf."