Xoza is knocked out. Loma has been pushed back by Riven, his body staggering from the blow, sweat and blood dripping down his face.
The RDX members rush forward, desperation in their voices.
RDX Members: Loma! Step back—attend the call. It might be important. If you go down too… RDX will no longer exist!
Loma, chest heaving, fists trembling, reluctantly steps back from the front line. His breath is heavy, ragged. He pulls out his phone with shaking hands.
Loma (gasping): Who?
???: …It's me. Darok.
Loma's eyes widen, blood still running down his cheek.
Loma (gasping): Darok?
Darok: Yes. Come here—for your first training.
Loma (gasping): I… I can't.
The scene shifts back to the battlefield.
The frontline is chaos. Screams, fists, and steel colliding. The ground is stained red.
Azure Fang No. 6: Riven Acrobat.
Azure Fang No. 5: Orrin.
They move like predators through the RDX ranks—fast, coordinated, merciless. Members of RDX fall one by one, unable to withstand their combination of strikes and group tactics.
Narration:
"Azure Fangs." One of the most ruthless gangs along RDX's border. They don't fight like men—they hunt like wolves. They swarm, isolate, and tear their prey apart in groups, maximizing their strength. That's the kind of gang Azure Fangs is.
Loma lunges forward again, ignoring the blood running from his mouth. His lead foot stomps into the ground as he snaps a jab at Riven's face.
Riven doesn't even flinch. With the smallest shift of his lead hand, he brushes the jab aside—his movement almost lazy.
In the same breath, his body coils and explodes forward.
BOOM!
A straight cross slams into Loma's nose.
Loma's head whips back violently, white light flashing in his skull. Blood sprays out, hot and stinging, blurring his vision. He staggers, knees almost buckling—but he grits his teeth, forcing himself upright again. His fists tremble, but his stance remains.
Narration:
The battle rages on. Will RDX survive the storm… or drown in it?