Sun flashed towards Missio, swinging his staff. Missio attempted to block the strike. However, as the two weapons collided, his katana shattered and he was sent flying back. Crashing into the wall, he made the room tremble. He groaned, standing up with an eye closed.
'Damn.'
His thoughts were cut short when Sun's staff enlarged. Inches away from his face, Missio leaned to the side, barely dodging the fatal blow. Without hesitation, he rushed at his opponent. Noticing this, Sun immediately shortened his staff. The weapon's size instantly returned to normal as the drug lord locked onto Missio.
Missio stomped on the floor, throwing his broken katana at Sun. Sun spun his staff, hitting the blade away. But in that split second, Missio had closed the distance between them.
The bereaved's fist met Sun's chin, pushing him back. Then, Missio raised his leg and dug it into Sun's abdomen.
The untrained teen could do nothing against a battle-hardened Black Ops enforcer. However, that didn't mean he stood no chance.
Sun's grip tightened as he pointed the staff at Missio. Missio's pupils dilated as Sun's weapon shot out. Crossing his arms, he barely blocked the strike. He crashed through the walls of the abandoned warehouse. Twisting his body, he weaved out of the staff's way and collided with a tree. As the staff stabbed through the trunk, Missio groaned, lifting his head.
The room had fallen apart.
The bereft gritted his teeth, clutching his stomach. The drops of rain smashed against his body, wetting his clothes.
"That…hurt…where is that bastard?"
He scanned the surrounding and eventually saw Sun stepping out. The drug lord gave him a surprised look as he began to soak in the rain
"Wow…I thought you would've been knocked out by now…you're a tough nut."
Missio didn't respond, merely standing up and giving Sun an angered look.
"Aw, are ya angry, officer? Wanna go back home to your momma?"
At the mention of his mother, Missio froze. Then, he gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows. Will began surging throughout the bereft, a storm brewing within his body.
A rage no one was prepared to handle.
Sun smirked.
'Looks like that got to him.'
Then, he opened his mouth once again.
"What? You angry about your mom? Well, she can go to hell–"
But before he could finish his sentence, Missio struck Sun's Adam's apple. The drug lord choked, stepping back. However, Missio didn't let him breathe. Faster than the falling rain, he attacked Sun with countless blows, each one filled with rage.
'This damn bastard…'
Sun's anger rose too as he endured Missio's strikes. When he got a moment to breathe, he instantly retracted his staff. Lifting it to the sky, he filled it with Will and swung it down. Missio flashed to the right, evading the blade of wind that cut through the rain.
He appeared ahead of Sun, smashing an elbow into Sun's chin. Kneeing his chest, he knocked the air out of him. The bereft then grabbed him by his shirt and pivoted, throwing him over his shoulder. Nevertheless, when Sun approached the ground, he swiftly caught himself and landed on his feet.
Sun paused for a moment before asking.
"What…was that?"
But no answer came back. Missio didn't hesitate and swung his foot. However, Sun raised his staff, effortlessly blocking the strike.
Missio was dragged back to reality, his rage fading as he felt pain shoot through his body.
In the next instant, Sun spun around, hitting his enemy's abdomen. Missio gritted his teeth. He tried to grab Sun, but the drug lord was already expecting it and dodged. Swinging his staff, Sun sent Missio flying. Rolling into the mud, the bereaved quickly got back on his feet and locked eyes with his enemy.
The two then wasted no word and continued their bout.
***
In the disco room, two others suddenly arrived at the front entrance. Henry turned around as Krishna kept his eyes on the hostages.
Eira and Mary entered, dragging the bodies of the guards with them.
"They're… not dead, are they?" Henry asked with a hint of worry.
"No! Why would we kill a bunch of kids?" Eira blurted.
"These are the last of them except of their boss." Mary stated, throwing them together with the others.
"Did you have to use any bullets?" Krishna inquired.
"Yeah… they got us good. We had to shoot one of them in the leg. Then, they submitted." Mary pointed at the man she had shot.
"You did what you had to do. Let's not dwell on it for long." Krishna replied.
"What about the stock of drugs?" Henry questioned.
"Captured." Eira gave a thumbs up.
"Good…" Henry heaved a sigh of relief. "By the way, where's Missio?"
The girls paused, contemplating for a few moments.
"Well, he went to the boss's room. So, I'd guess he's arresting him right now." Eira guessed.
"Will he be fine? He did say the boss was a Chaos incarnate."
Krishna furrowed his brows.
'He lied, Mary…'
However, the next second, his voice echoed, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips.
"Oh, please, what could a mere Chaos incarnate do to him?"
Just as those words fell, a loud crash resounded throughout the abandoned warehouse. The others were alarmed, raising their weapons as the earth began to tremble.
"Guess, there's my answer…" Krishna sighed.
'This mission is making me uneasy…what are those guys planning?'
***
Missio ducked between Sun's blows, inching closer to the drug lord. Sun rapidly increased and decreased the size of his staff, trampling the trees. Missio grabbed onto to Sun's staff and flew through the leaves. Swinging his body, he shot himself towards Sun. Sun's pupils dilated, shrinking his weapon.
However, it was already too late.
Missio landed a kick on Sun's head. Sun stood, stunned for a moment too long and Missio used that opening. He landed and swept Sun off his feet. Stiffening his fingers, he jabbed them into his throat. Saliva shot out of Sun's mouth, his mind a daze. Then, with his other hand, he elbowed his opponent's chin. For the finale, he spun around, his feet kicking off the ground. He leaned back and delivered a solid hook kick to the avatar's head.
Sun flew off, crashing into a tree trunk.
The drug lord vomited, his ears ringing like chimes and his vision blurring. He felt he was on the verge of losing consciousness.
He was going to lose but just then, his mind recalled something Dick had given him long ago.