Vamos staggers, his legs shaking, but he refuses to stay down.
Vamos (thinking): I can't lose… not now. If the Fangs fall tonight, I'll never take Xoza's revenge. I'll never face RDX again.
Blood drips from his chin, his breath ragged. His glare cuts through the chaos.
Vamos (thinking): Don't get involved, Loma… This is mine. This revenge is mine.
With a sudden surge, he dashes forward—his body screaming but his will unbroken—and swings a brutal head kick at Darok's temple.
Thud! Darok blocks just in time, his arm rattling from the impact. His eyes narrow, expression shifting from calm to razor-sharp.
Darok (coldly): I'm busy here.
Juro doesn't waste the opening. He crashes into Darok like a freight train, slamming him down and unleashing a storm of hammerfists.
Juro (roaring): Just stay down already, you damn monster!
Each blow echoes like thunder, dirt and sweat flying with every strike. Darok grits his teeth, blood pouring down his cheek, the ground shaking under the weight of his struggle.
Darok (thinking): I can't lose… not here. Not now. We have to win… here and now.
But before Juro can finish, a shadow cuts through.
Wham! Vamos drives a vicious push kick into Juro's ribs, knocking him off Darok and sending him staggering back.
Vamos steps in front, his eyes cold, voice like ice.
Vamos (flatly): Don't interfere… you shitty human.
For a heartbeat, silence. Then Juro tilts his head back—bleeding, grinning, his teeth red. His laugh cuts through the battlefield.
Juro (mocking): Hah! Now what is this? Two monkeys against one juggernaut?
The air grows heavier. Three monsters now stand face-to-face, each refusing to break.