Cherri cackled with delight as she hurled the first bomb, her eye lighting up with fiery excitement as the device landed amidst a group of mercs. The explosion shook the street, sending the hired guns scattering as smoke and debris filled the air. The shockwave left some of them dazed, while others were scrambling to regroup.

Right on her heels was the IMP team, charging forward with guns drawn and battle-ready. Blitzo led the way with his usual reckless swagger, his twin pistols blazing, while Moxxie provided deadly accuracy from the side, picking off mercs with clean, efficient shots. Millie, always thrilled for a good fight, tore through the chaos with her bloodthirsty grin, her blade flashing as she took down any stragglers.

In the midst of it all, Loona hung back a bit, covering their flank with fierce growls and the occasional brutal swipe at anyone trying to flank her crew. Together, they pushed through the smoke and carnage, laying waste to anyone daring to stand in their way.

Cherri looked back at Blitzo, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Hope you brought enough ammo, 'cause things are about to get real messy."

Blitzo laughed, reloading in one smooth motion. "Oh, don't you worry, sugar. We're just getting started."

Carmilla's troops advanced with a chilling sense of order and efficiency. Unlike the chaotic swarm of mercenaries that the Vee's had hired, her soldiers moved with calculated precision, each step measured, each strike purposeful. They had trained relentlessly for moments like this, and it showed.

While the Vee's mercenaries had numbers, they lacked the discipline Carmilla's men displayed. Her soldiers maneuvered seamlessly together, cutting through the disorganized ranks of the Vee's forces with ease. When met with a line of resistance, they broke it apart like clockwork, dispatching their foes in coordinated bursts of violence. Her lieutenants barked orders that the soldiers carried out without hesitation, setting up flanking maneuvers and trap points to keep the mercenaries contained.

At the center of it all, Carmilla stood back with Zestial, watching her forces work with an approving smile. She thrived on the artistry of controlled violence, and watching her men dismantle the opposition only reinforced her satisfaction.

Zestial glanced at her, his old-world accent laced with a grim amusement. "It seems your men have things well in hand. Truly, a spectacle worthy of their skills."

Carmilla smirked, her eyes gleaming. "It's only what the Vee's deserve for their disrespect. And I fully intend to remind them just how fatal it can be."

As her forces tightened the net around their enemies, the cracks in the Vee's hold over the city began to show. Carmilla's men knew that this wasn't just a battle—it was a message.

The residents of Cannibal Town surged forward with an intensity that was nothing short of terrifying. They might not have been as skilled or coordinated as Carmilla's soldiers, but their raw, unrestrained ferocity was enough to make even the most hardened mercenaries falter.

Each encounter was a chaotic flurry of limbs and teeth, as the cannibals gleefully took advantage of the pandemonium. The sight of these townsfolk tearing through the enemy ranks with a savage, ravenous fervor sent waves of panic through the Vee's mercenaries. Some tried to fight back, but the cannibals had an unnerving resilience, as if they were driven by an insatiable hunger rather than a sense of self-preservation.

Across the field, Carmilla's soldiers glanced over at the volunteers in mild horror but kept their focus. The cannibals had their own methods, and if it sowed fear into the ranks of the Vee's forces, it could only work in their favor.

Husk moved alongside Cherri with a grim determination, flicking cards like a gunslinger drawing his revolver. Each card sliced through the air with deadly accuracy, taking down mercenaries left and right. When he reached for his explosive dice, he tossed them with pinpoint precision, landing them in clusters of enemies before they erupted in a blaze of fiery destruction.

Cherri couldn't help but glance at him, her manic grin widening as she watched his chaotic artistry in action. "Not bad for an old-timer, Husk!" she shouted over the noise, setting off another explosion just a few feet away.

Husk scoffed, throwing another card with lethal intent. "Yeah, well, I like my explosions a little more controlled," he quipped, even as the ground shook with their combined assault.

Together, they were an unstoppable force of volatility, their chaotic energy blending into a whirlwind of explosions and sharp edges that sent wave after wave of the Vee's mercenaries retreating. The two of them, each in their own way, turned the battlefield into a cacophony of devastation, reminding everyone around them why it was dangerous to underestimate the Hazbin Hotel's most unlikely allies.

Charlie and Vaggie kept a close watch on the outskirts of the battle, staying vigilant for any mercenaries who might try to break through their defenses. Charlie's focus never wavered, her face set with a determined look as she held her weapon ready, while Vaggie's protective instincts kept her sharp and on edge.

Beside them, Niffty darted around like a whirlwind, her small knife flashing in the dim light as she took care of any fallen mercenaries who might have had thoughts of standing back up. She was a bundle of frenetic energy, humming an eerie little tune between giggles and delighted cackles.

"Oh, don't even think about getting up!" she chirped, cheerfully plunging her knife down with enthusiasm. Her laughter echoed as she moved on, leaving no one to chance.

Charlie and Vaggie shared a quick, knowing look—despite the chaos, they'd each come to rely on Niffty's… unique brand of efficiency.


Finally, Spawn descended into the heart of the battle, his imposing figure struck fear into the mercenaries below. His cape billowed like dark wings, his eyes glowing with deadly intent as he hovered above the chaos for a moment, scanning the field. The second his boots hit the ground, he summoned his rifle with a practiced flick of his hand, chambering a round with a metallic clink that cut through the noise.

Without hesitation, he moved with calculated precision, firing each shot with brutal efficiency. Every mercenary that found themselves in his sights barely had a moment to react before being dropped by a perfectly placed bullet. Spawn shifted seamlessly between targets, his expression unwavering as he tore through the enemy ranks.

Even the most seasoned fighters in Carmilla's ranks took a second to watch in awe, realizing they were witnessing a force unlike any they'd seen before. Spawn was ruthless, each movement honed by years of battle and hardened by Hell itself. In that moment, he was more than just an ally—he was a juggernaut, reminding everyone why he was known as a true king of the battlefield.

Spawn advanced into the fray, a dark force tearing through the enemy ranks with precision and deadly purpose. His rifle barked with controlled fury, each shot dropping mercenaries one by one. To those around him, he was a ghostly whirlwind of destruction, his figure blurred by his rapid movement, his cape sweeping around him like the shadow of a predator.

His focus was absolute. Every movement was purposeful, every bullet expertly placed, whether it struck an exposed head or shattered a weapon in a mercenary's hands. The Vee's hired guns, confident in their numbers and weaponry moments earlier, were now visibly shaken. Some scrambled to fire at him, but Spawn's reflexes and armor were unmatched; he would sidestep or block, countering with merciless shots of his own. If they thought they could overpower him with sheer numbers, they were learning the hard way how wrong they were.

At one point, Spawn reloaded, only for a group of mercenaries to rush him, assuming he was vulnerable. Without missing a beat, he used his chains, lashing out with them in deadly arcs that cut through armor and flesh alike. His chains moved like extensions of his own rage, their sharp tips whipping through the air and leaving only carnage in their wake.

He heard a cry from behind and turned to see a group of cannibal-town volunteers struggling to hold their ground. With a growl, he stormed over, his rifle blazing, buying them the seconds they needed to regroup. When he glanced back at the Cannibal Town warriors, he noticed their awe-struck expressions as they watched him, no longer wary but inspired. Even hardened fighters like Cherri Bomb and Husk momentarily paused, looking his way with newfound respect.

Spawn was relentless, a storm of destruction. Each time he stepped forward, the ground around him was littered with the bodies of those who thought they could stand against him. And as he looked around, noting the terror in the eyes of the remaining mercenaries, he almost allowed himself a grim smile. This was his domain now. He hadn't just entered the battlefield—he owned it.


Vaggie and Charlie could only watch in awe as Spawn carved a path through the battlefield, his every action precise and unrestrained. This wasn't the restrained, calculated fighter they'd come to know, keeping his power in check within the hotel or handling smaller skirmishes. Here, Spawn had fully unleashed himself, a force of nature bending the chaos of battle to his will.

Charlie's hands clenched with a mixture of anxiety and amazement, eyes fixed on the unstoppable figure in the midst of the carnage. She had believed in Spawn's strength, but witnessing him like this—fully immersed, holding nothing back—was almost unreal. She'd known he was powerful, but here, his raw presence and skill went beyond anything she'd imagined. It was the first time she truly saw just how much of a weapon he could be.

Beside her, Vaggie's lips parted slightly, her gaze focused, admiration tempered with a warrior's respect. She took note of his every move, recognizing the tactical brilliance behind his relentless assault. Each shot, each swing of his chains was calculated, timed perfectly with no wasted effort. Spawn wasn't just powerful; he was disciplined, a master of battle itself. She felt a certain pride in their alliance, in knowing that this unstoppable force was fighting on their side.

Niffty, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement, her grin as wide as it was manic. Her eyes shone with unfiltered admiration, following his every movement with a gleeful fascination. "Oh, he's good!" she chirped, practically bouncing in place. Watching Spawn let loose with that level of ferocity thrilled her in a way she couldn't quite put into words.

Spawn, aware of none of this, was fully in his element. The battlefield was his, and in this moment, he showed them all exactly what it meant to have been Hell's most dangerous soldier.

Blitzo and the IMP team could hardly believe their eyes. Watching Spawn cut down waves of mercenaries, they finally understood just how much he'd been holding back during their past encounters. When they had first tangled with him, they'd thought they'd stood a decent chance, maybe even given him a run for his money. Now, however, it was painfully obvious that he'd barely been trying with them.

Loona's usual sarcastic demeanor softened as she watched him tear through enemies with brutal efficiency, muttering, "We really dodged a bullet, huh?"

Moxxie, his usual skepticism momentarily gone, swallowed hard. "If he'd unleashed even half of that on us back then… I don't even want to think about it."

Even Millie, who loved a good brawl, looked slightly pale as she watched the carnage. "Damn. I knew he was strong, but that's… that's a whole different level."

Blitzo, for once, was silent, watching Spawn with a strange mixture of grudging respect and pure relief. "Guess we've got more lives than we thought…," he muttered, giving his team a knowing glance. As much as he liked to joke around, this battle served as a humbling reminder of what true power looked like. And while they'd come here for revenge, Blitzo found himself grateful that, this time, they were on the same side.


As the screens lit up with the chaos below, Valentino, Vox, and Velvette stared, equal parts horrified and fascinated by the spectacle. Spawn cut through their mercenaries like a storm given form, his brutal efficiency tearing through the ranks with merciless precision. The room was thick with tension, and, for once, they couldn't hide the anxiety flickering in their eyes.

Vox, trying to break the silence, leaned back with a forced chuckle. "Welp, guess it's a good thing those guys were the lowest-bidding rejects on the payroll." He cracked a smirk, adding, "Not like we paid 'em up front, anyway."

Valentino's typical smugness faded as he narrowed his eyes, watching the relentless destruction. "Ain't the paycheck that'd stop that guy, Vox. He's comin' for blood."

Velvette shifted uncomfortably, fingers fidgeting as she watched Spawn mow through their defenses. She laughed nervously. "So… any brilliant ideas, gentlemen? 'Cause that… is not what we planned for."

The realization settled over them like a dark cloud: their empire, their network, and their arrogance had all been built on the belief that they were untouchable. But watching Spawn now, they couldn't shake the creeping feeling that they had bitten off more than even they could chew.

Vox leaned back in his chair, a smug grin crossing his face as Valentino and Velvette exchanged anxious glances.

"What're you so damn calm for?" Valentino snapped, his usual bravado cracking. "We're watchin' our whole defense get shredded like it's nothin'."

Vox's fingers danced over the console, and his grin only grew. "Because," he drawled, "unlike you two, I don't like leaving loose ends. I've been working on something ever since our friend Spawn obliterated Fleshrend." With a smirk, he pressed a large, ominous button on the console.

Deep in the bowels of the tower, a series of red lights flickered on, illuminating rows of dormant machines—each one a monstrosity of wires, weaponry, and reinforced plating. With a low mechanical hum, their eyes began to glow, piercing through the darkness like beacons.

In the monitor feeds, the mercenaries scattered, then paused, staring wide-eyed as hulking, robotic enforcers emerged from hidden alcoves around the tower's perimeter. These machines—cunningly designed and armed to the teeth—moved with a calculated menace.

Vox leaned forward, grinning with anticipation as he watched Spawn through the screen. "Let's see how tough he really is," he whispered, fingers steepled as his creations stomped toward the carnage, ready to confront the unrelenting force Spawn had unleashed.