SCKHWAAAAAAAHMN!
Suddenly, Zeco charges forward at tremendous speed.
His face twists into a grimace.
Predator remains standing motionless where he is, while the invisible aura radiating from him continues to intensify, becoming increasingly suffocating.
DUK—KHAHMNH!
Predator begins to walk forward, each step shaking the ground beneath him.
SLAAAAAAAAANGNNH!
In his right hand, he grips a massive sword wrapped in cloth. The gigantic blade drags effortlessly across the ground, as though it weighs nothing to him, while the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and entire body tense with every movement he makes.
SLAAAAAAAAAAHMNH!
With every earth-shaking step, the blade continues scraping against the ground, releasing a long, piercing shriek.
Zeco's expression hardens. Fear has vanished completely, replaced by fury and rage.
"GET OUT—!" he roars.
Predator furrows his brows.
SCHWAAAAAAHMMNH!
Pushing off the ground, Zeco leaps briefly into the air.
Predator stands before him, still walking forward slowly, steadily closing the distance between them.
"—OF MY SIGHT—!" he shouts again.
Zeco draws his sword completely behind his body, preparing to swing it straight forward in a devastating slash.
"—BASTARD!" he roars once more, his voice shaking the air around him.
The sword swings toward Predator at tremendous speed—
CLAAAAAAANGGNHHH!
"EHMPH?!" Zeco freezes in shock once again.
The immensely powerful strike he unleashes—
Predator grimaces, staring sharply at him.
—is completely blocked by the massive blade. The pressure meeting his attack is equal to, perhaps even greater than, his own. Zeco cannot overpower it, nor can he withstand the pressure for long.
SCWKAAAAAAANHH!
The two blades grind violently against each other, showers of sparks erupting between them. Zeco swiftly withdraws his sword and leaps backward, while Predator lowers his blade once more.
SKHSHHSWSH—
Zeco's feet drag across the ground until he finally comes to a halt.
—CKHAHMNH!
Predator plants his foot firmly into the earth.
"DAMN YOU!"
SCKWHAHMNH—CKTHAAAAHMNH!
Both charge again at tremendous speed.
The distance between them vanishes instantly.
Both draw their swords behind their bodies, preparing to unleash forward slashes.
They glare at one another with burning fury.
Their blades rise into the air and thrust forward simultaneously.
CLAAAANGH—CLAAANG—CLIIING—CLAAANGNH—CLAAANGNH—CLIIINGGH—CLAAANGGHHH!
The two blades collide repeatedly without pause in a brutal and relentless exchange.
Zeco continues stepping forward, attempting to press the attack, yet the succession of strikes forces him backward again and again under the overwhelming pressure.
One is a savage warrior—Predator, forged by experience, having survived through three generations of life-and-death struggles, fighting with a feral and unpredictable style.
The other is Zeco, consumed entirely by rage and wrath, no longer capable of fully controlling himself, causing him to fight just as wildly.
Zeco grimaces and attempts to press forward again.
CLIIINGGGHHH—CLAAANNGGGHHH—CLAAANNNGGGHHH—CLIIINNNGGGHHH—CLIIINNNNGGGGHHHH—CLAAAANNNNGGGHHHH!
The blades collide again and again without end, unleashing a chain of massive impacts that generate destructive shockwaves.
Zeco tries to advance, but the relentless barrage of strikes forces him backward in spite of himself, leaving him completely overwhelmed by the pressure.
The long sword Zeco wields moves swiftly due to its relatively light mass.
Yet Predator effortlessly matches it with the swings of his colossal blade.
Every collision between steel releases tremendous force, creating bursts of explosive impact, powerful shockwaves, and showers of sparks whenever the blades scrape against one another.
However—
"EHEKH?!"
He freezes for a brief instant.
PKHAAAHHHMNHH!
Predator steps forward.
Zeco's body locks in place.
He loses all momentum at point-blank range.
Predator lowers himself into a partial stance.
Zeco is cornered by the close distance and the reach of Predator's enormous sword.
There is no way for him to evade the incoming slash—
Predator settles fully into his stance, ready to strike forward—
SCKWLAAAAHHSHHH!
—Zeco is slashed across his entire body.
"BLUAARKH!"
A mouthful of blood bursts from his lips.
His sword nearly slips from his grasp, but he manages to seize it again and hold on with all his strength as he is thrown briefly into the air.
Predator gives him neither space nor time to breathe.
Amid the rising dust, Predator takes another step forward—
SKHWAHMN—KTHAAAAAHMNH!
The dust cloud explodes apart as Predator once again closes the distance—
—appearing directly before Zeco while he is still airborne.
"ASS—HOLE!"
Zeco grits his teeth.
This time, however, he has enough space and is able to block the incoming blade—
Predator continues lifting his gigantic sword into the air before bringing it crashing down toward him—
CLAAAAAAAANGNHHH!
—The long, comparatively thin blade of Zeco's sword intercepts the immense pressure before him.
"EEKHHH!"
Zeco grits his teeth even harder.
Both hands tighten around the hilt as he struggles to hold back Predator's colossal blade.
The pressure continues increasing.
The massive weapon cannot be held back for much longer.
He may be able to redirect it—
However—
Predator grips and presses down on the gigantic blade using only one hand.
—His other hand reaches toward Olivia's massive sword, which had been thrown aside earlier and remains embedded in the ground nearby.
He tears it free and swings it swiftly toward Zeco's lower abdomen.
"EHEKHH?!"
His eyes widen in shock.
There is no way for him to evade it now—