Vamos wakes up in hideout of crimson talons
(A dim room. Old mats, a faint metallic smell, and the dull ache in his jaw. Light from a narrow window cuts across the floor.)
Vamos (thinking)
Where am I?.. What is this place???..
(His head swims. Every breath tastes like iron.)
My jaw it hurts so bad... Oh yeah I remember now..
(A dull throb pulses with every heartbeat.)
I was knocked out by him.. Darn that bastard.. I will kill himm...
(Anger flares hot and sharp under the pain, a red focus narrowing his vision.)
Vamos enraged his mind is burning by the thought of revenge his body is eager to revenge he's feeling the bloodthirst of his revenge
(His fists clench. Adrenaline spikes — cold, electric; his whole body hums with a single, terrible intention.)
Vamos enraged goes out of the room where he meets the two members of crimson talons
(Footsteps echo. Two silhouettes stand in the doorway, their shapes folded into the shadows.)
Members: hey yo! You're awake??
(Their voices are casual, but the room rings with danger.)
[Fight Sequence]
(Silence snaps. The air tightens as two men step forward.)
Vamos lunges in with a devastating strike on the crimson talon member knocking the wind out of him
(The strike lands heavy — a thud and a rush of air as the man doubles over.)
Vamos looks at the other member and lunges at him
(His vision narrows to the second figure; time seems to slow as he moves.)
He notices that and screams his lungs out
(A sudden, wild shout breaks the tension like a flare.)
HELLLPPPPPPP MEEEEEE!!!!!!
(The scream slices the room; it's raw and desperate.)
Vamos let's his enraged strike go only to be delivered a devastating knee from the side by someone elsee
(A limb appears like a hammer from the edge of his vision; impact folds him inward.)
Vamos feels intense pain shooting accross his ribs and steps backk
(Pain flares, hot and spreading. He staggers, hand pressed where the blow landed.)
Vamos (enraged): What the hell was that?
(He spits words through clenched teeth, breath ragged.)
???: Boss shouldn't have let the wild beast like u in
(A cold voice, amused and dangerous, fills the space.)
I'm kokoro no 3 of the crimson talons
(A slight, unsettling laugh — youthful, fierce.)
Narration: kokoro is 15 years old
(A boy's face, twisted into something older than his years.)
Weight 60 Kg
Height 5"11
Known as the "Kokoro the maniac"
(A nickname whispered with both fear and awe.)
He's known to use the martial art name vale tudo originated in brazil
(Dirty, all-in fighting — unpredictable transitions between striking and grappling.)
Vamos (smiling in pain): It hurts u bastard
(His smile is a slash; pain and rage painted across his features.)
Kokoro (laughing): What a maniac, let's make it a maniac fight then.
(The laughter rings like a dare.)
Vamos lunges in and feints a cross,kokoro tries to slip the cross and vamos shifts into a push kick into kokoro head.
(The motion is a flash — feint, shift, the push kick snaps through the air toward a young skull.)
Kokoro (laughing like a maniac): That's it
(He drinks the violence like joy.)
Lunges in with a hook
(The hook comes like a pendulum — fast and savage.)
Vamos rolls and releases a vicious uppercut
(He moves with purpose: evade, counter, drive upward with raw intent.)
Vamos (enraged): just die already u bastard
(Each word is a blade; he puts everything into the strike.)
But kokoro grabs his head and hit his face with a kneee vamos face is now bleeding
(A sharp knee cracks into his face. Warmth blooms across his lip; blood beads and drips.)
Vamos (enraged،almost Knocked out)
(Dizziness threatens; the world tilts.)
Hey bastard that's dangerous don't make me puke here..
(A forced, defiant line, half joke, half attack.)
Before vamos could even take his stance again kokoro was already on move lunging in
(Kokoro is a blur — speed and madness braided together.)
Vamos: Fast!
(His warning is breathless, a present-tense alarm.)
(But smiled like a maniac)
(A twisted grin — both reply and challenge.)
U die heree!!!
(A howl of intent from the boy.)
Kokoro is aiming to take his eye but vamos isn't expecting this and he launches his finger strike
(A desperate, precise motion — a finger jab aimed at a soft, vulnerable spot.)
But
(A pause — the world holds.)
It didn't land
(The strike is blocked, stopped in its cruel motion.)
Romio stopped it
(A hand, a body, a sudden barrier — Romio intervenes.)
Kokoro (surprised): What? Romio what do u think u are doing?
(Confusion for a beat, then irritation — the wildness falters.)
Romio: Don't take this kid lightly he was on almost Equal footing with boss
(A line measured and sharp; respect and calculation in his tone.)
Kokoro (letting his madness fade): Fine Finee
(The manic grin tightens to a smirk; the violence calms into focus.)
But Vamos Released his hook snapping romio's jaw
(A hard, clean connection — the sound of bone and breath cut short.)
And romio's down
(Romio collapses, jaw crooked, the fight momentarily upended.)