INTERRUPTION: END OF SCARO VS MORO KIM JAMA PART 1
The Gorge of Sira had been utterly transformed into a battlefield of catastrophic proportions. Debris, dust, and shattered earth whirled around as Moro Kim Jama and Scaro continued their epic confrontation. The air itself seemed alive, vibrating under the weight of their clashing auras. Ultra Fusion 3 roared around Moro, his body moving faster than the eye could follow, each strike shaking the gorge and sending massive rocks tumbling down its cliffs.
Scaro, in his towering form, stood like a living monument of raw power, bull aura and lightning-infused energy radiating from him in blinding waves. His strikes weren't just physical—they were elemental, bending the very fabric of the gorge. Every punch Moro threw was met with an unyielding block, or worse, a counterattack that forced him to twist his body mid-air to avoid being shattered.
Kiro and Yaya had retreated to the edge of the battlefield, their breathing ragged but alert. Kaya and Steven were holding back the Asura twins, Kizen and Kazen, while Herbet was constantly adjusting his tech shields and gadgets to create temporary cover for Moro. Every corner of the gorge was alive with energy explosions, arcs of lightning, and shockwaves that cracked the ground beneath their feet.
Moro's fist glowed white-blue as Ultra Fusion 3 amplified his strikes. He smashed through a layer of Scaro's aura, sending a shockwave of energy outward that made the very walls of the gorge quiver. Scaro staggered slightly but regained his balance almost instantly, a wicked grin stretching across his face.
"You're strong… Moro Kim Jama," Scaro's voice echoed across the gorge, crackling with electricity. "But strength alone isn't enough to survive against the Chariots of Zeus."
Moro didn't flinch. Ultra Fusion 3 flared brighter, his aura burning violently, but there was a tinge of fatigue in his eyes. He could feel the immense strain his body was under. Scaro's attacks were relentless, and while he had managed to dodge and counter most of them, he knew one mistake could cost him everything.
Scaro lifted both arms, summoning the full force of his signature technique. Seven massive lightning bolts, each infused with his bull aura, surged down from the sky. The ground split where they struck, sending debris, smoke, and energy blasts in every direction. The sheer intensity forced Moro's aura to flicker under the immense pressure.
Kiro, observing the onslaught, acted instantly. With a burst of speed, he leapt toward Moro, whose legs had nearly given out from the shockwaves. Gripping him firmly, Kiro dragged him out of the immediate impact zone. "Hold on!" he shouted over the roar of the lightning. Moro barely managed to stabilize his Ultra Fusion 3 aura as another bolt slammed into the gorge where he had stood moments before.
From their vantage point, the squad could see the devastation Scaro had caused. Huge craters dotted the gorge, boulders the size of houses lay scattered, and pillars of smoke and dust rose high into the sky. Yaya's cheetah aura flared as she paced anxiously, while Kaya's water aura shimmered around her hands, keeping the air around them slightly cooler, dampening some of the residual heat and energy. Steven's ice formations froze pockets of molten rock to protect nearby civilians, though the squad had agreed to isolate the area to avoid collateral damage.
Despite the chaos, Moro's resolve burned hotter than ever. He clenched his fists, his body trembling but unbroken. "I… I will not let him win," he muttered, determination radiating from him like fire. "Not now. Not ever."
But even as he prepared to re-engage, Scaro's communicator buzzed sharply, cutting through the tense air. He lifted a hand, and a holographic projection of the seven Nobles of Mavaria appeared before him. Their expressions were stern, eyes sharp and commanding.
"Commander Scaro," one of them spoke. "Cease this confrontation. Moro Kim Jama is to remain alive. Bring him under control, but do not kill him. The Imperium has issued its orders."
Scaro's grin widened, revealing his teeth in a cruel smile. He glanced at the retreating forms of Moro and his squad. "Orders or not," he muttered, voice dripping with malice, "you will not escape me forever."
He turned to the Asura twins, giving them a precise set of gestures. "Fall back. We will strike again when the time is right. Moro cannot hide from the Imperium indefinitely."
Moro, still catching his breath, clenched his fists. Ultra Fusion 3's aura pulsed, but he allowed himself a momentary reprieve, taking in the Gorge of Sira's destroyed landscape. It was a battlefield of titans, and though he had survived, he knew he had been pushed to his limits.
Kiro, Yaya, Kaya, Steven, and Herbet regrouped around him. Kiro's Advanced Lion Aura flickered faintly, his pride wounded at having to pull Moro away mid-battle. Kaya's hands glowed as she manipulated water to clear debris and stabilize the area. Her aura was calm but vigilant, reflecting her determination to protect her friends.
"We made it… for now," Yaya said, voice steady despite the adrenaline. "But Scaro's coming back. He'll be stronger. Next time, he won't hold back."
Moro nodded, breathing heavily. "Let him come," he said, eyes blazing. "We'll be ready. I'll find a way to surpass him. No matter how strong he is, no matter how many times he comes… I won't fall."
Herbet began analyzing the battlefield, already noting the destructive patterns of Scaro's Chariots of Zeus and the way his bull aura interacted with his lightning attacks. "We'll need new strategies," he said quietly. "If he brings that power again, it could destroy the entire gorge… or us along with it."
Steven nodded, his ice aura faintly shimmering as he considered the options. "We've survived this. But we have to be smarter next time. Moro cannot face him alone again."
The Gorge of Sira finally fell silent. The energy storms dissipated, leaving a scarred landscape of craters, shattered rock, and broken trees. The sunlight pierced through the haze, casting long shadows across the ruined earth. The squad stood together, their bond strengthened by surviving the battle with Scaro, but they all knew this was just the beginning.
Moro's gaze lingered on Scaro, who now faded into the distance, returning to his forces. "Next time," Moro whispered, aura flaring faintly, "next time… I will not just survive. I will win."
The chapter closed on the Gorge of Sira, a battlefield echoing with the promise of war. Moro Kim Jama's struggle against the Imperium's might was far from over, and the shadows of Scaro, the Asura twins, and the Nobles loomed over Mavaria, promising that the next clash would be even deadlier.