The night after the secret meeting, the city felt heavieras if holding its breath for the storm to come. The Badburn members trained relentlessly, pushing their bodies to the limit. Every punch, every kick was a promise a vow to protect each other no matter what.

Jeydons tattoo had started to shimmer more intensely, the blue and red dragons on his back almost alive, twisting and turning with every movement. It was a sign the mark of a warrior whose power was awakening.

One evening, under the pale moonlight, Jeydon stood atop a rooftop, overlooking the streets below. Memories flooded him: the day he and RB first sketched the symbol of Badburn, the day the gang was born from fire and steel, brotherhood and blood.

But the past was catching up.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him.

Jeydon, RBs voice was firm but calm.

You ready? Jeydon asked, eyes blazing.

More than ever. Tonight, we show them what Badburn truly is.

Together, they descended into the night, ready for the fight that would decide the fate of their family.

The rival gang the Nightfangs had gathered at an abandoned factory, their numbers growing. But Badburn was not intimidated. With every step forward, their confidence grew. The blue and red dragons on Jeydons back glowed fiercely, inspiring the warriors around him.

As the first clash erupted, the battle was brutal and fast punches flying, kicks landing with thunderous force. Jeydons movements were like a dance of flames and fury, his dragon tattoo pulsing with power. RB, his thunder kick slicing through the air, was a whirlwind of destruction.

The Nightfangs were strong, but they werent ready for the unity and fire burning inside Badburn.

By the end of the night, the factory was silent except for the heavy breaths of the victorious. Badburn stood tall battered but unbroken.

The legend of the Blue and Red Dragon had risen.