The streets had become a battlefield. Crimson Talons and Knight Serpents clashed with brutal intensity. The sounds of fists snapping against flesh, kicks landing with bone-shaking force, grunts of pain, and ragged coughs filled the air. Smoke, dust, and the chaos of combat blurred everything into a violent storm.
25 members of the Knight Serpents encircled Romio, while another 25 surrounded Kokoro. The Crimson Talons were being pushed back… Was this the end?
In the RDX hideout, the atmosphere thickened. Mighty Rome stood, exuding a presence so overwhelming that even Vamos's bloodlust faltered. His usual confidence vanished, replaced with raw, paralyzing fear.
Vamos (terrified): "He's… he's definitely stronger… I… I can't… I won't win this."
Fight Sequence
Rome moved like a shadow, fluid and precise. He whispered directly into Vamos's ear, and fear froze him in place, trembling hands, racing mind. Only one thought consumed him:
"RUN AWAY."
Rome (low, cold): "If you can't control your emotions… you can't become stronger."
A solid cross slammed into Vamos's face. Pain exploded, his vision blurred, and his body felt like lead.
Instinct kicked in. Vamos swung a devastating hook, but Rome blocked it effortlessly, countering with a vicious uppercut that snapped Vamos's head violently.
Pain shot through every nerve. Adrenaline drained. Vamos collapsed in disbelief, his chest heaving.
Vamos (thinking): The gap… it can't be this big…
At that moment, Xoza stepped forward. His presence sharp, controlled, and unwavering.
Xoza: "Pathetic… idiot."
Two perfectly timed straights shot out at Rome, who barely had time to register the strikes before stepping back, surprised.
Xoza: "The Vamos I know… isn't this pathetic."
The street seemed to hold its breath. Dust swirled around the fighters, fists still in midair, as the battle reached a new, electrifying tension.