“GODFUCKINGDAMMIT” Gen Shishioh, the delinquent, that he earlier saw fighting the kids from the other school, blasted through the darkness, his fist coated in what seemed to be orange lightning as it connected directly against the grinning mask of the creature, sending it flying off to the side, crashing against the wall of the alleyway, into an abandoned building.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” The young brawler cursed out loud as he turned to see Charlie on the floor. “Don’t ya fuckin’ dare dying’ on me, asshole!” He shouted at the very confused and rapidly fading Charlie.

Gen’s body was surrounded by a coat of orange lightning, all seemingly coming from his fist, almost as if the light twisted around his limbs, like thorny vines covering a wall. His eyes had the same orange spark.

“I’M NOT DONE WITH YA, YA FUCKIN’ MONSTER!” His head turned to the broken wall, his sparking eyes peering into the dusty darkness left behind by the crash of the creature who attacked Charlie.

With considerable effort, the bleeding young man turned his head to face the direction, seeing the creature shuffle on the ground, attempting to stand up as pieces of debris fell from its mane-like skin.

“NO YA FUCKIN’ DON’T!” Gen rushed towards the monster and punt-kicked it in its face, shattering the mask with a loud crash, like dropping a whole cabinet full of plates.

The young brawler kept kicking the monster on the ground, alternating punt kicks with stomps, each attack causing a flash of orange lightning that lit up the darkness of the abandoned building's interior.

Charlie kept observing, not realizing that somebody else was there, kneeling next to him, pressing down his wounds with medical gauze. By this point, he had lost feeling in most of his body.

“Stay with me.” Another voice coming from beyond his peripheral vision, her hands trying to stop the deluge of blood coming out of his chest.

Meanwhile, the monstrous Slasher rolled away from the deluge of kicks coming from Gen, managing to stand up, its full inhuman 3 meters, its figure towering over the young brawler’s.

“Ya wanna scrap?” Gen spat on the ground as he lifted his fists, taking a guard. “I’ll kick yer teeth in before ya even touch me”

The energy surrounding the young brawler crackled with newfound intensity as he finally opened his fist, revealing the source of this power: a golden disc about 10 centimeters in diameter resting on his palm.

Gen flicked the coin upward, letting it spin before it fell back down. The young brawler snapped his arm in a jab-like motion, grabbing the medal mid-air and crouched, hitting the floor with his fist.

“ARMORED!” He roared as the orange lightning surged all around him, turning into blinding light for a moment before receding and revealing a change.

Gen’s left arm was completely covered with an armored gauntlet reaching his shoulder and cutting off into crackling energy.

“Tsk!” He clicked his tongue with disgust. “I ain’t gettin’ it right yet.” He said, looking at the arm with evident disappointment in his eyes, mostly aimed at himself.

He took a fighting stance, his right leg and arm forward, as he was a southpaw, and gestured in a taunting manner using his armored hand.

“Come on, asshole Gainen! Ya ain’t leavin’ this place walkin’!” He said as he slowly approached the creature.