[Street, battlefield chaos]
The RDX and Apex Predators collide like wild beasts, fists and kicks tearing through the night. Shouts of rage echo off the walls. Blood stains the pavement. Broken glass crunches underfoot. The entire street has become a cage of violence.
Through the carnage, Zavios staggers to his feet. His body trembles—yet his eyes glow blood-red, veins bulging across his arms and neck. His grin is twisted, manic.
Even RDX members, hardened fighters, freeze for a moment.
Narration:
Congratulations… Zavios has entered the Destroyer State.
A state where controlled aggression fuses with raw animal instinct—unpredictable, primal, relentless.
The hooded figure narrows his eyes.
???: "…That's bad."
Xoza stiffens, his heart pounding.
Xoza (thinking): Wait… Loma?
Through the chaos, Loma steps forward. His breathing is steady. Too steady. His eyes cold, his movements calm—eerily calm.
Xoza (thinking, shivering): This aura… it's different. It's giving me chills.
Zavios cracks his neck, blood dripping down his chin. His smile spreads wider, unhinged.
Zavios: "Good. Another prey has come to bleed."
[Fight Sequence]
Loma surges forward, throwing a razor-sharp straight punch.
CRACK!
It lands clean, snapping Zavios' head back.
Zavios only laughs, spitting blood.
Zavios: "Cautious… I like it."
In an instant, he closes the gap—his movements jagged, unnatural, like a predator on all fours.
Loma (wide-eyed): "Too fast—! I can't react!"
Zavios unloads a feral barrage. Hooks. Elbows. Wild, clawing fists. No rhythm, no technique—just raw destruction. Each strike slams into Loma's body like iron hammers, rattling bone and tearing flesh.
Loma (thinking, staggering, chest heaving): Shit—! My body's breaking down! I need distance—FAST!
But Zavios stomps down hard—
THUD!
Loma's foot is trapped under his weight.
Zavios leans in, eyes glowing with insanity.
Zavios (snarling): "No escape, mouse."
He lunges—
—and sinks his teeth into Loma's ear.
Loma (screaming): "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!"
Blood sprays violently across the battlefield. Flesh tears. Zavios rips away the upper part of Loma's ear, his mouth drenched crimson, like a beast feeding on prey.
Loma crumples to one knee, clutching his head, his scream echoing through the street.
Zavios (laughing, wild): "MORE! LET ME TEAR YOU APART!"
But before Zavios can lunge again—
A blur cuts through the chaos.
BOOM!
A crushing hook smashes into Zavios' temple with perfect timing.
The impact twists his body midair. His jaw slackens. His body hits the ground like a collapsing beast.
Silence.
Xoza stands over him, fists clenched, chest heaving. His glare burns through the night.
Xoza (panting): "…Stay down, monster."
Narration:
The Destroyer falls… but the war between predators and rebels has only just begun.
Chapter 6 – End