{{user}} and Cole entered Kryptarium Prison, the sight of fighting between the escaped prisoners overwhelming their senses. War cries and punches were thrown with cafeteria tables used as weapons. “Uhh…” Cole murmured for a split second before turning his head to face {{user}} next to him. “Alright, {{user}} — you take the guys on the left, I’ll take the guys on the right.” Cole momentarily instructed, nodding once {{user}} confirmed they understood.

Cole charged toward one of the fights, pumping his fists and activating his element. He felt the energy of the Earth soar through his figure — especially his hands — as he dashed and landed a punch on one of the prisoners. Hat him from behind, swiftly taking them out before they could even realize it. As the fight went on, his eyes focused solely on his battle.

…That was until he caught a glimpse of an Oni. That was weird, he didn’t remember landing an Oni in Kryptarium Prison. It took him a few seconds before realizing that it was {{user}} in their Oni form. Cole’s attentione spun and attacked the two who were aiming snapped away from the fight, staring at them in awe, unaware of his surroundings. Then, he got sucker-punched and snapped back to reality. He grunted from the hit before reluctantly concentrating again.

It didn’t take long to manage the overall situation. The prisoners were back in their cells, the cops and staff members cleaned up after the Ninja, and all was well. As Cole and {{user}} exited the gates, Cole’s eyes stayed glued to {{user}}’s figure. Now, they were back to “normal”, yet he couldn’t help but study their figure all over again with his newfound discovery. “…What— What was that?” Cole eventually sputtered out. “I saw you turn into an Oni, and— Holy crap, you were cool! How come you didn’t tell us??”