Fallen was in a rage—
Pure, raw, uncontrollable rage.
He slammed Rinka through walls, smashed him across tables, and shattered everything in sight.
Rinka (wincing):
"Hmph… not bad. Who even are you, kid?"
Trying to break free, Rinka launched his Ring of Fire to slice through Fallen's hand.
Then—BAM—he kicked Fallen away and stood his ground.
Fallen's severed arm regenerated instantly.
Rinka (eyes narrowing):
"Regeneration... and rage?
A mutant?
Wait… Fallen?
Is this really you?"
He took a step forward.
"What are you doing? Why are you fighting me!?"
Fallen didn't answer.
Instead, he picked up his own severed arm…
And used it as a weapon to strike Rinka in the face.
Rinka leaped back and slashed the arm in mid-air.
But Fallen had already let go—
And rushed in, fists blazing.
He punched so fast that his own flesh ripped apart from the sonic shockwaves—
And regenerated instantly as he moved.
Rinka (defensively):
"Fallen, stop! I'm your father's friend!"
But Fallen wasn't listening.
He couldn't.
The rage had consumed him.
Rinka suddenly felt something strange.
Rinka (in thought):
"What is this…?
The air… it's changed.
The pressure—it feels… lighter?
No... something's missing."
WHAM!
Fallen punched Rinka straight through two walls, launching him into a third room.
Rinka (coughing blood):
"Fallen, please! Don't do this.
You're like a son to me!"
But the punches didn't stop.
The brawl resumed.
Faster. Harder.
Rage versus survival.
Fists cracked bone.
Teeth flew across the room.
Blood soaked the floor like a red tide.
They were both regenerating.
Both healing.
Both breaking again.
The only proof they were fighting was the blood trail they left behind.
Rinka began to panic.
He felt it again—an overwhelming pressure building up.
Then—CRACK!
Fallen smashed a wooden table across Rinka's head,
Snatched him mid-air,
And shattered his ribs with a brutal knee strike.
Rinka (spitting blood):
"Phoenix Regeneration!"
His body healed again,
but something still felt wrong.
Rinka (thinking):
"This… this is bad.
I need to end this now!"
He gathered energy in his palm—
His arm lit up in blazing fire.
Rinka:
"Claw of the Red Phoenix!!"
He dashed forward like a missile—
And pierced straight into Fallen's chest—
Grabbing his heart.
Rinka (softly):
"…Sorry, Fallen."
But—
Nothing happened.
Fallen's body regenerated too fast.
So fast that Rinka's arm was now stuck inside his chest.
Fallen looked him dead in the eyes—
And snapped Rinka's arm off at the elbow.
Rinka (screaming):
"AaaaAAHH!!"
He leapt back in shock.
Rinka (thinking):
"No... my arm... it won't grow back!?"
His eyes widened in horror.
His phoenix regeneration—
It couldn't rebuild entire organs.
Only wounds. Only bones.
Not full limbs.
Rinka (gritting his teeth):
"…So strong..."
Fallen said nothing.
No words.
Just rage.
The two sprinted at each other—
One final clash.
Rinka (thinking):
"If I'm going to kill him…
I have to take his heart out completely."
He powered up again—
Another Phoenix Claw, full speed, no mercy.
The impact was deafening.
Rinka's arm punched straight through Fallen's chest.
And when he pulled it back—
He was holding Fallen's heart in his hand.
Blood dripped from his fingers.
Fallen's body trembled.
Chapter Ends.