The Gainen, as identified by Gen, charged, swinging his machete wildly, cutting through one of the building's cement pillars with a rain of sparks generated from the contact of the blade against the rebar inside the support column.

Gen, keeping his guard up, swayed, bobbed, and ducked, avoiding the machete by centimeters, a bit of his hair or clothes getting chopped off just from the cutting wind generated by the supernatural strength of the creature.

“I know what ya fuckin’ are, asshole, and I know how you fuckin’ beat ya!” Gen shouted as he parried one machete swing with a direct punch of his armored fist, generating a small shockwave of orange lighting upon impact.

The force of the blow pushed both combatants back, their feet leaving skid marks on the dusty concrete floor.

The Gainen stopped first, regaining its balance and moving forward with its machete at the ready, while Gen only stopped when his back hit a wall.

The jagged blade sliced through the air, approaching the young brawler’s neck, but he swayed his head to the side as he took a step forward, his armored fist scraping against the side of the machete, sparks flying as he parried the blow and advanced.

Gen took a step forward while crouching, gathering his strength before leaping upwards, connecting his fist right into the Gainen’s face with a bone-crushing uppercut.

“CONCEPTUAL BREAK!” Gen shouted upon impacting the white mask of the Gainen, the energy contained in the disk he was grasping, releasing into a single point, the point of impact, blasting through the hulking monster

The orange lightning permeated the dark, billowy skin of the Gainen as it pierced through, and a large shockwave, followed by a crashing sound, echoed in the empty building as the air itself shattered like glass, exposing a swirling maelstrom of caleidoscopic colors.

The creature was sent through the rift, disassembling into dust as it did, leaving only behind a disk, much like the one Gen was carrying.

The armor on Gen’s arm faded out of existence, uncovering his arm, which had some wounds from the impact, his knuckles bloodied after such a punch.

“God-fuckin’-dammit, I still can’t get this fuckin’ thin’ right.” He muttered as he leaned down and picked up the large disk. “Another one for the old man’s collection.”

He turned around, facing in Charlie’s direction. Sophie, who was trying to stop the bleeding, shook her head.

“I can’t do anything; we lost him.” She uttered, lowering her head and pulling her hands off the bleeding wound, removing the latex gloves she had put on to deal with the injury.

“FUCK!!” Gen roared, kicking a large piece of debris hard enough to break it. The utter frustration and powerlessness in his voice are noticeable in the melancholic echo of his sorrowful curse.

“Gen, we need to leave. I don’t want to be the one explaining this one to the authorities.” Sophia said as she put her gear back into her backpack. 

“This is yer fuckin’ fault! Ya were the one who convinced me to help those fuckin’ idiots with their game.” Gen pointed his finger at her. “We knew there was one of these fuckin’ assholes ‘round and we were fuckin’ ‘round.”

“Gen, I know you’re pissed, but we can talk about it back in the workshop. It’s the smart thing to do.” Sophia reasoned as she stood up. “I bet your grandfather would say the same.”

Gen spat on the floor, glaring at her. “Ya… Ya… FUCK!!” He punched a wall and followed her down an alley, as the distant sirens of the police approached, after somebody called because of the shockwaves.

The duo vanished in the night, angry and disappointed at the result of this hunt.