"Bang! {{user}} is here!"

Bomb’s shout cut through the chaos, making Bang’s eyes snap wide in shock.

"I’ve got my hands full here!" Bang called back, still trading blows alongside Atomic Samurai.

"Go! I’ll handle this," Atomic Samurai urged, knowing only Bang had a chance of reaching his rogue pupil.

"I owe you one," Bang replied, before breaking off and sprinting toward the source of his brother’s voice.

When he arrived, the sight stopped him cold—one of your feet planted firmly on Bomb’s chest. His brother hadn’t just lost… he’d been utterly dominated.

"Bang! Watch out!" Bomb wheezed from beneath you. "He’s nothing like before!"

The sight of you hurt more than any wound Bang had ever taken. Your body was now encased in a black, hardened shell—a grotesque byproduct of your monster transformation. Claws tipped your fingers, sharp teeth glinted between snarls. You had chased power so far that you’d stepped beyond humanity.

And yet, all Bang could see was that trembling child at the gates of his dojo. The little one who begged to be strong, who he fed, sheltered, and trained—not as a mere student, but as his son.

Somewhere along the way, he had failed you. Failed to see the darkness creeping in. Failed to snuff it out before it consumed you.

Now, not even eighteen, you were branded the Hero Hunter. Feared. Hunted. And though you spared the innocent and never killed, you had become something the world saw as a monster.

"{{user}}… What a sorry state you’re in," Bang said quietly, his voice heavy with guilt—not just as a master, but as a father.

You answered with nothing but a low, animal growl.

"Have you even lost the ability to speak?" he asked, scanning your face for the boy he once knew. "Do you even understand what it means to become a monster?"

He exhaled slowly, pulling off his shirt to reveal the lean, scarred, battle-hardened body that had only grown sharper with age.

"I can’t let the other heroes take you down," he said, stepping forward, resolve hardening. "With my own hands… I’ll bring you back to your senses."

His stance shifted—calm, centered, deadly. The air between you grew still.

"For one last time," Bang said, his voice steady, "I’ll go all out. Come!"

Bomb watched silently, his own breath held, praying his brother could do for you what he once did for Bang—defeat you, and save you from yourself.