Steel clashed against steel.
Ren moved through the guards like it was routine. His blade cut through the air with precision, each swing clean and controlled. A guard lunged at him from the side.
Slash.
Down.
Another rushed from behind.
Ren stepped forward, twisting his body as his sword came around.
Clang.
The blade knocked the weapon aside before cutting across the guard's chest.
They dropped.
More came.
Ren didn't rush.
Didn't panic.
He just moved.
Step. Strike. Step. Block.
Each motion efficient. No wasted energy.
A guard tried to overwhelm him with speed
Ren sidestepped, drove his elbow into the man's ribs, then followed with a quick slash.
Done.
He exhaled lightly.
"…Too easy."
Another group hesitated.
Ren didn't even look at them.
Instead
He glanced across the massive room.
At Funko.
At Razor.
"…He's really doing it."
Funko slid back across the ground, stopping himself with one foot.
"…Alright."
He looked up at Razor.
"…Time to bring out my true power."
Razor stared down at him.
"…You haven't been serious?"
Funko smirked.
"…Not really."
A pause.
Then
Something changed.
A sudden gush of water appeared above Razor's head
CRASH.
It slammed down onto him instantly.
"…What ?"
At the same time, the ground beneath him turned slick.
Water spread across the floor, turning the stone into a slippery surface.
Razor's footing shifted.
"…Tch "
His balance broke.
The giant slipped
And crashed down onto his back.
BOOM.
The entire room shook.
Before he could react
Chains erupted from the ground.
Metal shot upward, wrapping tightly around his arms, his legs, his torso
Locking him in place.
Razor strained against them.
"…What did you do?"
Funko stepped forward slowly.
Calm.
Confident.
"…Witness my power."
He raised his hand slightly.
"…I can create anything."
A small pause.
"…Any substance. Any atom. Anything."
Razor's eyes narrowed.
Funko gestured toward the water.
"…That?"
Then the ground.
"…That too."
Then the chains.
"…And this."
Silence.
For a moment
Razor didn't move.
Then
His muscles tensed.
The chains rattled.
"…Hah…"
A low laugh escaped him.
"…So that's your trick."
The metal began to bend.
"…Not bad."
CRACK.
One chain snapped.
Then another.
Funko's eyes sharpened slightly.
"…Oh?"
Razor pulled harder.
The chains strained
Then shattered apart completely.
BOOM.
Metal fragments scattered across the floor as Razor slowly stood up again.
Unrestrained.
Unbothered.
Funko smirked.
"…Alright."
Razor rolled his shoulder once.
Then
Calmly
He turned.
Walked back toward his throne.
Funko watched him.
"…Running already?"
Razor didn't respond.
He reached his throne.
And grabbed
His bazooka.
He lifted it onto his shoulder.
Then looked down at Funko.
"…It seems…"
A small pause.
"…I'll have to go all out too."
The room fell silent.
To Be Continued!