Xoza stepped closer to the Mighty Rome, his glowing aura radiating fiercely, piercing the darkness that consumed the hideout. Sparks flew as his light clashed violently against Rome's shadowy presence, shaking the very foundations of the building. Dust swirled in the chaotic energy, and even the walls seemed to tremble.
Mighty Rome (smirking): "Hey kiddo, I like your mindset."
Xoza (grinning faintly): "It's not just the mindset."
The tension exploded into action.
Fight Sequence Initiated
Xoza feinted a cross, baiting Rome. Rome fell for it, only for Xoza to switch to a leg kick—but Rome read it effortlessly, checking it with precision.
Rome (calm, almost amused): "Too slow, rookie. I can read you like a book."
Before Xoza could recover, a devastating cross tore through the air, connecting with his jaw. The sound ripped apart the silence, a thunderclap echoing through the hideout.
Xoza (thinking, gritting teeth): His power… it's unreal. But it doesn't matter. I have to beat him.
Xoza tries to steady himself, but Rome is already in range for another brutal strike.
BAAAM!
Their hooks collide violently, the impact sending tremors through Xoza's skull. Pain flares in his jaw, as if it had bitten iron itself—but he endures, determination blazing in his eyes.
Rome (smirking): "Not bad for a mere rookie."
Xoza (forcing a smirk): "Same goes to you."
Xoza (thinking): He's strong, relentless… but I have to protect him. Like he did for me, I'll pay my debt back here and now.
Rome (thinking, narrowed eyes): Persistent bastard. Not an easy opponent.
Rome pulls back slightly, giving Xoza just enough room to react.
Xoza (coldly): "Idiot."
With a sudden burst of strength, he lands a straight punch to Rome's nose, sending blood spraying.
Rome's smirk only widens as he counters with a crushing leg kick into Xoza's thigh.
Xoza (gritting teeth, falling to his knees): "Tch—my leg! I… I can't stand… damn you, Rome!"
Rome approaches, cocky, ready to finish him.
Xoza (thinking, trembling but determined): I can't lose… I won't fall… I'm strong… I won't lose!
Summoning every ounce of will, Xoza forces himself to stand, knees quivering, aura flickering but refusing to die.
Xoza (aware, fierce): "Back to the action!"
Rome (confident, taunting): "Mouse… right into the trap."
Xoza's back collides with the wall. Panic flashes through his mind.
Xoza (breathing hard): Shit! I… I can't push back… This is it… he'll kill me… But I won't lose… I can't… I'm losing… Damn it… this is the end… I'm sorry, Vamos… I'm sorry, everyone…
Tears streak down his face. His aura—once radiant and blazing—starts to flicker and fade, devoured slowly by Rome's all-consuming darkness. The protector's light, the hope for everyone, teeters on the brink of extinction.