Amidst the chaos around them, Isaac and Roland stood in front of each other, Isaac's eyebrows were raised, confused, he had been staring at his fist for the past minute, silent. Roland was eerily waiting, his hands up, blood still dripping down his nose and mouth, with a smile. Isaac shook his head, then threw his hands up, with the both of them approaching to fight.
Suddenly Isaac tackled him before slamming him down on his back, a wrestling move, Roland coughed out blood, before he boosted himself back up. Roland, with a arm up for guard, swung his fist toward his face, but Isaac ducked below, and landed an uppercut on his jaw, sending him straggling him back.
Roland wiped his mouth with his lab coat, "Impressive—so you've got fighting experience too?" Roland laughed, a manic edge to his voice. He wiped his mouth and muttered to himself, "If only I had a couple of my serums… what a shame."
After landing a solid punch to Roland's nose, Isaac straightened up. "By the way," he asked, catching his breath, "do you know Satoya?" Roland stumbled back, his nose bleeding onto the ground, "Satoya?" He asked, the question lingering in the air for a couple seconds, among the surrounding battles. "Oh, Satoya?" Roland tilted his head, his grin stretching unnervingly wide. "Of course. I'm the one who brought him here."Isaac groaned, exasperated. "And stop smiling like that!" he snapped before grabbing Roland's torso and slamming him into the ground.
Isaac stood back up, wiping his hands on his jeans. "No matter how many times I hit him, why isn't he at least staying down?" He mumbled, any normal human won't be able to survive that much injuries without being hospitalized, yet it was quite odd for him, no matter how many times he's been injured while boxing, or wrestling, he would endure the pain of the injuries until he had to, but the injuries he inflicted onto Roland, was far more severe than anything he had been through.
Meanwhile, Sendo and Satoya were still squeezing through the cracks, making their way to the source of the destruction. "Why are we squeezing through the cracks? Why not just walk around it?" Satoya asked, squeezing his way through a wall. "I'm unsure of how this lab is designed, but it's too easy to be lost." Sendo said, in a serious tone.
Once they squeezed through a crack in the wall, they found themselves in a considerably large research facility, shattered vials littered the ground, their contents pooling like forgotten experiments. Above them, a lifeless figure hung from the ceiling, blood dripping steadily to the floor.
As Satoya and Sendo walked through to the next crack in the wall, a normal faucet was leaking water. A faucet dropped steadily in the silence, each droplet echoing faintly. Then, without warning, the water turned crimson, the metallic tang of blood spreading through the air.