[THE INSTANT YOU LEAVE YOUR ROOMS, YOU WILL BE HUNTED!]
Speakers across the hotel blare loudly with these few words for a few minutes, stopping after three.
"We failed," Seth whispers to himself, looking over to his hotel room door and back to Eremita. She finished operating on Nixon, covered in bloody bandages and the like. Eremita sighs, turning to Seth.
"Well, he should be fine now, you seem to know how to change his bandages and stuff so I'll let you take care of that when the time comes. He won't be recovering fully in a while though."
"How long do you think?"
"Well... I don't know what he's made of but he's probably going to recover in two weeks. Kind of unnatural for someone but its a positive."
"We never were normal so that makes sense."
"You both heal that fast?"
"Yep."
"You guys are odd."
"I know."
They stay quiet, Eremita thinking of what she'll say next and Seth contemplating quietly on the other bed. "How are you guys related to... 'that guy?"
"We're a hint to his goals. That's the only reason we're involved with him. But we didn't want to keep being chased by him so we then well... tried to kill him. Of course," Seth points to the door for a couple of seconds. "We failed. Don't know how the fuck we did though. I swear I put a bullet in his head."
"Well, if it weren't for you guys, I'd be killed by Balrog so thanks for that."
"Wouldn't miss the chance to help a pretty lady but... we weren't really trying to kill him for that reason."
"I know that much."
"The situation just..." Seth pauses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I'm just so fucking tired. I just wanted it to end quickly but my plan fucked things up even more."
"Well, you have to full assistance of the Lovers gang. We'll help you guys against the Escravos. Especially since we're stuck in this place now."
"Lovers?' I've never heard of it."
"We aren't really a real gang. We're just a group of people who love to fight. But we've changed a lot ever since coming into contact with the Escravos. A couple of years back, 1996. The Escravos killed one of our guys, then recently, our leader went into one of their compounds and went missing after that. So our goal right now is to find him."
"Who's your leader?"
"His nickname is the Ox-King."
"From Chinese mythology?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you his real name since he doesn't exactly care who knows it. His name is Andreas."
***
"That's why you're here?" Yua questions, walking behind Andreas, Logan walking behind Yua.
"Yeah. The guy is a dickhead so I fucked up some of his men and somehow, I'm here."
"You're telling me you did that all by yourself!?"
Andreas turns around to look at both of them with a smirk spread across his face. "You're telling me you don't believe that after you've seen what I've done?"
All-around them were bodies, propped against the wall, or smashed into them like a piece of modern art. Andreas's hands are covered in blood, but none of it came from him.
"The last time I got seriously injured was when I was a kid! EVEN THEN I STILL KICKED HIS ASS!" Andreas starts laughing hysterically, continuing through the labyrinth. Yua and Logan look like they're close to passing out. "HEY BASTARD! GIVE ME A REAL CHALLENGE!"
"Can he even hear you?" Logan asks.
"You interacted with him earlier didn't we? Of course, he can."
"Well, I didn't, Yua did but... could you not provoke him. Our lives are also sort of dependent on you right now."
"What do you mean, our?" Yua asks, grabbing Logan by the shoulder. "All I needed was a weapon, so correct yourself."
"You're such a bitch."
Yua shows the glow of a blade she picked up from one of the men Andreas killed and a gun from a man Andreas knocked out.
"I meant, I have an itch."
"Finally." Andreas cuts in.
All of them stop walking. Yua and Logan are confused, looking to see what was in front of Andreas. A man, six feet tall, hands wrapped in a thick cloth.
A Taiwanese Lethwei practitioner by the name of Hsiao-Han Tsai. A champion of underground kickboxing and a former champion of Vale Tudo who went dark years after his debut. Needless to say, Andreas is ecstatic.