### Scene: The Fierce Battle in the Warehouse
The dimly lit warehouse echoed with the clash of weapons and the grunts of combatants as Mousa, Jun, and Shota engaged the three gang leaders. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sweat and determination.
Mousa, usually seen wielding an axe strapped to his back, opted for hand-to-hand combat in this fight. He faced the young man with the black katana, whose weapon gleamed ominously.
The young leader taunted, "Hey, why aren't you using that axe on your back, old man? You think you can fight me barehanded? Are you stupid?"
Mousa replied coldly, "First of all, I'm not an old man. And second, why do you care if I use it or not? I'm going to beat you anyway."
The young leader chuckled. "Oh really? Then bring it on..."
Mousa launched himself at the young man, his powerful fists striking with precision. "You think you're tough? Huh? Show me what you've got!" he roared, swinging a heavy punch.
The young man evaded the attack, which struck the ground, creating a large crater and sending debris flying.
The young man smiled. "That was a powerful punch; maybe you're not bad after all. But now it's my turn!" he said coolly, his katana slicing through the air with a series of swift, precise movements.
Mousa dodged and weaved around the katana's deadly arcs, closing the distance. He aimed a series of rapid, powerful strikes, but the young man's agility allowed him to evade and counter each blow. The katana glowed brighter with each swing, its dark energy intensifying.
Mousa grunted with effort, dodging a particularly vicious strike. He retaliated with a spinning kick aimed at the young man's midsection, but the young man dodged it and slashed with his katana, forcing Mousa to step back.
'That katana is giving him an advantage in this fight, and it's really annoying,' Mousa growled, tightening his stance, ready for the next exchange.
Meanwhile, Jun faced the red-haired woman wielding a whip. Jun, equipped with special gloves that enhanced her strength and speed, made her a deadly fighter. The gloves glowed faintly, their power increasing with each successful hit on her opponent.
Jun's movements were a blur of speed and precision as she darted in and out of range. The red-haired woman kept whipping at her, but Jun dodged effortlessly.
The red-haired woman shouted, "What the hell! Stop running away and stay still! Let me hit you!"
Jun taunted, "Why so impatient? You think you can handle me? Take me out on a date first, lady."
The red-haired woman was taken aback.
"What—"
BAM!
Jun delivered a powerful punch to the woman's face as she was caught off guard.
Jun then laughed mockingly. "How silly of you to lose your guard so easily! Ha! You should've seen your face! Oh, this will be an easy fight."
The red-haired woman got up, her face filled with anger. The tails on her whip began to duplicate and extend, growing in size. Jun, seeing this, stopped laughing immediately.
The multiple whips grew long and massive, moving as if they were alive.
The red-haired woman smiled mischievously. "You're dead meat, bitch!." she said as she unleashed a barrage of whips toward Jun.
Jun dodged and countered the attacks, her gloves amplifying the impact of each strike. Whenever the red-haired woman's whips struck Jun's gloves it resounded with a loud clash, but thay just enhanced Jun's speed and allowed her to evade more. Jun's punches also grew more powerful as she parries away the woman's attack, her gloves glowing brighter with each successful hit.
"You're getting faster!" the red-haired woman admitted, frustration growing as she struggled to land a hit. "Why are you getting faster!"
Jun's gloves shimmered as she pressed the attack, landing a powerful blow that forced the red-haired woman to retreat momentarily. "Oh, I'm just getting started!" Jun declared, her confidence rising with each punch.
On the other side of the battlefield, Shota, known for his boxing style, faced the scarred man, whose gloves pulsed with dangerous energy. The scarred man unleashed waves of energy from his gloves, each wave surging towards Shota.
Shota dodged and countered the energy attacks with ease.
The scarred man's eyes narrowed with determination as he focused his energy into a concentrated blast. "You're fast, but there's got to be a limit," he retorted, sending a powerful surge towards Shota.
Shota ducked and rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the blast. He closed the distance with a series of precise, powerful jabs and hooks, aiming to break through the scarred man's defenses. The scarred man's gloves deflected most of the blows, but Shota's relentless aggression kept him on the defensive.
Shota landed a solid punch to the scarred man's midsection. The scarred man grunted with pain but quickly countered with a sweeping wave attack.
Shota ducked under the wave, retaliating with a rapid flurry of punches, his boxing style proving a formidable challenge for the scarred man.
"This guy! He's a nightmare!" the scarred man muttered, struggling to keep up with Shota's relentless barrage.
In desperation, he unleashed one last, desperate wave of energy. "You're good, but this will finish you!" he shouted, channeling all his remaining strength into the attack.
But Shota dodged the energy wave effortlessly, his reflexes honed by countless battles. As the wave dissipated, Shota closed in with unbelievable speed, delivering a powerful, perfectly timed uppercut to the scarred man's jaw, sending him crashing to the ground.
The scarred man groaned in pain, his energy gloves sparking weakly as he was defeated. Shota stood over him, catching his breath and wiping sweat from his brow.
The red-haired woman, seeing this, screamed. "No! How dare you hurt my beloved! I'll kill you!" She extended her whips toward Shota, but he effortlessly dodged all of them.
As the woman was surprised, Jun took the opportunity to deliver a powerful punch, knocking the woman out cold.
Jun chuckled. "Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she said as Shota nodded in agreement.
At that moment, Toma and Kazuya arrived on the scene. They saw that the scarred man and the red-haired woman had already been dealt with, thanks to Jun and Shota. Their attention now focused on Mousa's fight with the young leader.
As the young leader fought with Mousa, he noticed that his partners had already been defeated.
The young leader sighed. "Those guys were weak anyway; I don't know why I thought I could rely on them."
Looking around the battlefield, the young leader spotted a particular boy with white-grayish hair standing next to a boy with blue hair.
The young leader smiled wickedly as his katana began to vibrate, its glow increasing significantly. "Just in time," he muttered.
Mousa, keeping his distance, was confused. "What are you doing?"
The young leader stared coldly at Kazuya, then returned his gaze to Mousa. "I'm going to finish the job..."
Suddenly, the young leader closed the distance between them with a speed faster than light, heading straight for Kazuya and Toma. Jun and Shota saw this and wanted to intervene, but it seemed impossible to catch up with the young leader and his newfound speed.
The young leader aimed his katana at Kazuya's head, planning to finish him in one clean swoop, and it seemed that no one could stop him...