Mighty Rome can clearly sense how intimidated Vamos is.
[Fight Sequence]
He lunges in with a straight punch, the air whistling past Vamos's face. Vamos's instincts kick in—he jerks his head back just in time.
Mighty Rome senses it. He's not thinking; he's moving on raw instincts. A sudden question-mark kick slices through the space between them, catching Vamos off-guard, only for a back kick to slam into his core. Both hits land with bone-jarring impact.
Vamos coughs, the sting of pain flashing through his body, but he steadies himself. He lunges forward with a straight punch. Mighty Rome reacts instantly, aiming to grab Vamos's head, but the punch turns out to be a feint.
Vamos pivots smoothly, his hook smashing into Rome's jaw. The subordinates flinch, surprised, but Rome recovers quickly, grabbing Vamos's head in a clinch.
Even then, Vamos doesn't panic—his instincts are razor-sharp. He drives a sharp knee into Rome's gut. For the first time, Rome staggers. Shock ripples through the crowd watching; even Rome's confidence wavers.
Vamos rushes in, closing the distance, ready to finish him. His chest heaves, sweat dripping from his brow, his muscles screaming from exertion. But then a wide, mocking grin spreads across Rome's face. Vamos falters for a heartbeat, caught in his own surge of emotion.
Rome steps back just enough, delivering a devastating hook into Vamos's jaw. Pain explodes through Vamos, forcing him to collapse onto the ground.
Mighty Rome towers above him, breathing heavily, but with respect in his eyes.
Mighty Rome: "Oi, you're strong."