Raiden stands in the center of the military base, surrounded by the twisted wreckage of tanks and the lifeless bodies of soldiers strewn across the concrete. The air is thick with the acrid stench of burning metal and the faint smell of fast food, a bizarre reminder of the carnage that had begun at a McDonald's not far from here. His sensors pick up movement, and he tightens his grip on Murasama. The legendary sword hums with power, ready to strike.
The towering form of Big Chungus steps out from behind a ruined APC, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the desolate base. His fur is matted with sweat and the blood of the soldiers who had dared to challenge him. His eyes glow with a fiery intensity, but there's a hint of something else there—a deep-seated rage born not of malice, but of countless provocations. His massive fists, still crackling with the energy of the "Might of the Beast," are clenched tight, ready for more combat.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Raiden's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and cold. He watches as Big Chungus approaches, his massive paws leaving deep imprints in the ground with each step. "A lot of good men died today. You didn't have to kill them."
Big Chungus snarls, baring his sharp teeth. "They brought it on themselves," he growls, his voice low and filled with anger. "All I wanted was a damn meal, some peace and quiet. But they couldn't let it go. They had to mock me…insult me. They didn't know when to stop."
Raiden narrows his eyes, his expression hardening. "So, you killed them? Just because some soldier made a crack about your…belly? You're better than that."
Big Chungus's eyes flare with indignation. "Better? Who are you to tell me what I am? You think I'm just some joke, don't you? Some freak to be laughed at and pushed around? Well, not anymore!" He slams his Power Fist into the ground, causing a shockwave that rattles the very foundations of the base.
Raiden takes a step forward, his blade held ready, but there's a tension in his stance, a wariness. "I don't think you're a joke," he says, his tone softer, almost pleading. "I think you're angry, and you have every right to be. But this…this isn't the way. You don't have to be the monster they think you are. You can still stop this."
Big Chungus laughs, a bitter, hollow sound that echoes through the empty base. "Stop? You think they'll let me stop? No, they've already made up their minds about me. I'm a monster to them, and there's no going back. I might as well be the beast they fear." He points a massive finger at Raiden. "And now you're here to kill me, aren't you? Just like the rest."
Raiden shakes his head, his expression one of sorrow. "I don't want to kill you, but you've left me no choice. You've crossed a line. You killed men who were just doing their jobs, who didn't deserve to die over a stupid comment."
"They deserved it!" Big Chungus roars, his voice booming. "That soldier laughed at me! Called me a flabby, worthless freak! I've had enough of being everyone's punching bag. My belly is the pinnacle of a creature's strength, a symbol of power! And I will not let anyone insult it!"
Raiden's grip tightens on his sword. "You're wrong," he says quietly, but with steel in his voice. "Strength isn't about how big you are or how much power you can throw around. It's about knowing when not to use it. It's about restraint, about being better than those who mock you."
Big Chungus sneers. "Easy for you to say, with your fancy sword and your shiny armor. You think you're so righteous, don't you? But you're just another tool, just like them. You're here to put me down because that's what you were told to do. You don't know what it's like to be hunted, to be pushed to the brink just because of how you look!"
Raiden's jaw clenches. "I'm sorry for what you've been through," he says, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. "But you've made your choice. You've become the monster they wanted you to be. And now I have to stop you, before you kill anyone else."
Big Chungus's fists tighten, the energy around them flaring with renewed intensity. "You think you can stop me? I've crushed everyone who's stood in my way. You're no different."
Raiden raises Murasama, the blade's edge gleaming ominously in the dim light. "We'll see about that," he says, his voice cold, determined.
The two warriors stand off, the tension between them palpable. Big Chungus's massive frame heaves with anger, his Power Fist crackling with raw energy. Raiden's stance is poised, his every muscle coiled like a spring, ready to unleash the deadly force of his blade.
For a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. The air between them hums with the promise of violence, of a battle that will decide the fate of the one who chose to embrace the monster within and the one who fights to stop him.
With a final glare, Big Chungus raises his fist, the energy around it roaring to life, casting wild shadows across the battlefield. Raiden tightens his grip on Murasama, his mind focused, every nerve attuned to the coming clash.
And then, without another word, they both move—two unstoppable forces on a collision course, each driven by their own sense of justice, each ready to do whatever it takes to come out on top.
Big Chungus charges at Raiden with the force of a freight train, his massive form barreling forward, every step shaking the ground beneath him. Raiden braces himself, eyes narrowing as he prepares to meet the onslaught. He can feel the raw energy radiating from Big Chungus's fists, the "Might of the Beast" turning the bunny's hands into unstoppable weapons. Raiden's mind races, calculating the angle of the attack, the speed, the force—everything has to be perfect if he's going to survive this.
As Big Chungus closes in, Raiden swings his blade in a precise arc, aiming to counter the first punch. Murasama slices through the air with a high-pitched whine, the edge glowing with energy. Chungus's fist meets the blade with a thunderous impact, and for a split second, it's like the world stops. Raiden feels the shockwave travel down his arm, his muscles straining to hold back the overwhelming force.
He's strong. Far stronger than I anticipated. Raiden's thoughts are sharp, focused, as he pivots to block another punch, this time from Chungus's left. The blade catches the blow, but Raiden can feel his feet skidding back across the cracked concrete. Every punch is like a sledgehammer—no, worse. It's that power, the Might of the Beast. It's turning his fists into weapons that can challenge a blade.
Big Chungus roars, throwing another punch, and Raiden counters, deflecting the blow with a swift motion. But the effort it takes is immense. Each strike is more powerful than the last, each one testing the limits of Raiden's strength and reflexes. He's fought countless enemies, faced down cyborgs and machines with power far beyond human limits, but this… this is different.
He's not just powerful; he's relentless. I can't afford a single mistake. Raiden's mind whirls as he parries another punch, the force of it sending vibrations through his entire frame. Every move has to be perfect, every block precise. If I let up, even for a moment…
Big Chungus doesn't let up. He's a whirlwind of muscle and fury, his fists blurring as he launches a barrage of attacks. Raiden meets each one with Murasama, but he can feel the strain in his arm, the weight of the sword growing heavier with each clash. I can't keep this up forever. I have to find an opening, something—anything—that I can use to turn this fight around.
But Big Chungus is relentless. He steps in, feinting with his left fist. Raiden reacts instinctively, shifting his stance and raising Murasama to block the incoming strike. The blade connects with the punch, and Raiden grits his teeth, every muscle in his body tightening as he absorbs the blow.
Got him—
But it's a trick. Big Chungus uses the momentum to spin, bringing his right fist around in a wide arc. Raiden's eyes widen as he realizes the trap too late. The punch comes from the right, fast and brutal, catching him square in the face.
Pain explodes through Raiden's skull, his vision flashing white as the force of the blow lifts him off his feet. His grip on Murasama falters, the sword slipping from his grasp as he crashes to the ground. The impact knocks the wind out of him, and for a moment, the world spins, his senses reeling from the unexpected hit.
Damn… Raiden's thoughts are muddled, his mind struggling to regain focus as he lies on the cold concrete, his body aching from the brutal punch. He's…stronger than I thought…
Big Chungus looms over him, his massive form casting a shadow that seems to swallow Raiden whole. The bunny's chest heaves with heavy breaths, his fists still crackling with energy, ready to deliver the final blow.
Raiden rolls to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow from Big Chungus. The ground shatters where Raiden had been, the force of the punch sending debris flying in all directions. Raiden scrambles to his feet, blood trickling down his face from a deep gash on his right cheek, the skin already bruising and swelling. His left eye is partially swollen shut, and a deep cut across his brow sends more blood seeping into his eye. The pain is sharp, but it only fuels the fire inside him.
Without hesitation, Raiden activates Jack the Ripper mode. His entire body shudders as the transformation takes hold, his breathing growing heavier, more feral. The red glow in his eye intensifies, and a sadistic grin spreads across his bloodied face. The battlefield around him seems to darken, the air thick with a malevolent energy as Raiden's inner demon is unleashed.
Big Chungus steps back, watching with a gleeful expression as Raiden's transformation completes. The giant rabbit lets out a deep, rumbling laugh, his teeth bared in a wicked grin. "So, this is it—Jack the Ripper, the mode that turns you into a real maniac. I've heard of this. Good! I was getting bored. Let's see what you've got!"
Raiden's voice is low, almost a growl, as he speaks, his words dripping with malice. "You think this is a game? You think you can laugh and dance around like this is just another fight? I'm going to carve you up piece by piece, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."
Big Chungus's grin widens, unshaken by the threat. "Finally, some spirit! Come on, then. Show me what that blade can do!"
Raiden doesn't waste another second. He charges forward like a demon unleashed, his movements a blur as he closes the distance between them. Murasama swings with terrifying speed, each slash aimed with deadly precision. The blade hums through the air, cutting so fast that it leaves afterimages in its wake.
Big Chungus's laughter echoes through the battlefield as he effortlessly deflects each strike, stepping back with each of Raiden's frenzied attacks. His massive fists move with surprising agility, blocking and parrying the blade as if this were a game. Despite his size, Chungus moves with a fluidity that belies his bulk, his movements almost playful.
Raiden's eyes narrow as he presses the attack, his voice a twisted snarl. "You think you're untouchable? That nothing can hurt you? You're just another obstacle in my way, and I'm going to cut you down like all the rest!"
He's fast, Big Chungus thinks, his grin never fading. And those strikes… I can't afford to let one slip through. If I make even one mistake, it's over. But there's a thrill in his thoughts, an exhilaration that comes from facing an opponent who can truly challenge him. For the first time in a long while, he feels alive.
Raiden's assault is relentless, each swing of Murasama more vicious than the last. He's like a force of nature, driven by the sadistic glee of Jack the Ripper mode, his thoughts consumed by a single desire: to kill. But no matter how fast he moves, no matter how fiercely he attacks, Big Chungus is always a step ahead, always just out of reach.
"You're good, but not good enough!" Raiden snarls, his voice carrying the promise of violence. He swings his blade in a wide arc, aiming for Chungus's head, but the rabbit ducks, his laughter continuing as he evades the strike.
"You're a real handful, aren't you?" Big Chungus chuckles, stepping back to avoid another slash. "But let's see how long you can keep this up. It's only a matter of time before you slip."
Raiden's eyes blaze with fury as he lunges forward again, his blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. "I'll never stop! I'll carve you into nothing, and then I'll laugh over your broken body!"
The two clash in a dance of death, Raiden's blade meeting Big Chungus's fists in a flurry of sparks and steel. The ground beneath them is torn apart by the sheer force of their battle, the air thick with the sound of metal on metal and the roar of energy. Each time Raiden swings, Chungus deflects, his massive frame moving with an almost lazy grace as he steps back, again and again.
But there's a seriousness beneath Big Chungus's playful demeanor, a keen awareness of the danger he's in. He knows that Raiden's power isn't just in his strength, but in his unpredictability, his willingness to go to any lengths to win. I can't let my guard down, Chungus reminds himself, the thought lingering even as he laughs at Raiden's ferocity. One mistake, and I'm dead.
Big Chungus continues to dance on the defensive, his massive form moving with surprising agility as he sidesteps and parries each of Raiden's frenzied attacks. Every swing of Murasama is a potential death sentence, and Chungus knows it. He waits, his eyes locked on Raiden, searching for an opening, a moment when he can turn the tide. But the opening never comes. Raiden's assault is relentless, his blade a blur of red energy that leaves no room for error.
He's not giving me a chance, Big Chungus thinks, his playful demeanor slipping as he realizes the gravity of the situation. If I don't do something now, this will only end one way. He knows he has to create his own opening, something risky but decisive.
With a powerful leap, Big Chungus jumps away from Raiden, putting some distance between them. He needs a moment to gather himself, to focus. The battlefield seems to slow as he concentrates, his mind racing to prepare for what he's about to do. It's a risky move, one that could backfire if he doesn't execute it perfectly. But he doesn't have a choice.
Raiden, seeing his opponent pull back, doesn't hesitate. He charges forward, closing the gap in an instant, Murasama raised high. His eyes blaze with the fury of Jack the Ripper mode, and he swings the blade with all his might, aiming to cleave Big Chungus in two.
But Big Chungus is ready. As the blade descends, he raises his right hand, positioning it like he's playing scissors in a game of rock-paper-scissors. The moment the blade comes close, he brings up his left hand, using his index and middle fingers to catch the blade between them. For a split second, everything is still.
Then, with a sharp, precise motion, Big Chungus snaps his fingers together, and Murasama shatters. The high-frequency blade, once thought unbreakable, splinters into pieces, the fragments scattering across the battlefield like shards of glass. Raiden's eyes widen in shock, his momentum faltering as he stares at the remains of his sword.
Before Raiden can react, Big Chungus strikes. He swings his left fist in a wide arc, the energy of the Might of the Beast crackling around it. The punch connects with Raiden's face with a bone-crunching impact, sending him flying backward. Raiden's body crashes into the ground with a heavy thud, the force of the blow knocking him out cold.
Big Chungus stands tall, his breathing heavy but steady. The battlefield falls silent, the only sound the faint crackle of energy dissipating from his fist. The fight is over.
Raiden's face was a battered and bloodied mess, a stark contrast to the fierce determination he showed moments ago. The right side of his face bears the brunt of the damage, a deep gash running from his brow down to his cheek, where Big Chungus's earlier punch left a trail of destruction. The skin is split open, blood seeping from the wound and mixing with the sweat that drips down his face.
His left eye is partially swollen shut, the surrounding skin dark and bruised, a vivid reminder of the sheer force of the blow he endured. The swelling is so severe that it nearly obscures his eye, making it difficult for him to see. Blood trickles down from a cut on his brow, the red liquid staining the white of his eye, adding to the grotesque appearance.
Raiden's lips are split, and his mouth is smeared with blood, some of it his own, some possibly from when he bit down hard during the impact. His once-pristine jawline is now marred by bruises, the sharp angles softened by the swelling that has taken hold. His expression, though dazed and pained, still holds a trace of the grim resolve that defines him, even in defeat.
The combination of blood, bruises, and swelling gives Raiden a look of raw, brutalized humanity—a stark reminder that even a cyborg as powerful as he can be brought low by overwhelming force. His once pristine and composed features are now a testament to the brutal battle he just endured, leaving him unconscious and broken on the battlefield.
Big Chungus stands tall, his breath steady, watching Raiden's limp form after the devastating punch. The silence hangs heavy in the air as dust settles over the battlefield. His massive form seems to dominate the scene, casting a long shadow over the broken cyborg beneath him.
Without a word, Big Chungus begins to walk toward Raiden, his feet crushing the debris beneath him with every slow, deliberate step. His eyes are locked on Raiden, whose body lies motionless, his face bloodied and bruised. As he approaches, his right fist clenches tightly, the remnants of his power surging faintly around it, rippling through the air. The intent is clear.
Chungus stops just a few feet away, towering over Raiden's fallen figure. His fist hovers at his side, shaking with the raw energy of the Might of the Beast, the same force that shattered Murasama. He stares down, his expression cold, watching the rise and fall of Raiden's chest. The moment stretches on, the weight of it pressing down like a storm about to break.
Then, slowly, Big Chungus raises his fist, his muscles tightening as he prepares to deliver the final blow. He pauses, looking down at Raiden's damaged face, the deep cuts and swelling a stark contrast to the fierce warrior he'd been only moments before. His gaze lingers there, taking in the sight of the defeated cyborg, a small shift in his expression—barely perceptible.
His eyes then drift to his own clenched fist, the knuckles tight and trembling with power. He stares at it, watching the faint glow flicker around his fingers. The tension in his arm, once coiled and ready to strike, begins to ease. His fingers, one by one, loosen their grip. The power dissipates, leaving his fist open and still.
Big Chungus exhales through his nose, his broad shoulders rising and falling in a deep, heavy sigh. He stands there for a moment longer, staring at his hand, then back at Raiden. Something shifts in his eyes—an unspoken conflict, a decision made in silence.
He drops his hand to his side, his body relaxing as he takes a step back. Without a word, without a final look at Raiden, Big Chungus turns and walks away, his figure receding into the distance, leaving Raiden alone, broken but spared. The battlefield remains quiet, only the sound of his fading footsteps marking the end of the confrontation.