The night air is thick with the scent of blood and smoke as you stand alongside Ryu Hayabusa, both of you cloaked in darkness atop the ruined temple. His grip tightens on the Dragon Sword, its edge gleaming under the moonlight. You match his stance, kunai in hand, sensing the enemy closing in.

"Stay sharp," Ryu murmurs, his voice calm yet commanding. "They won't stop until we're both dead."

You nod, muscles coiled, eyes scanning the treeline. The moment stretches—then, with a flicker of movement, they attack. Shadows burst from the foliage, blades flashing, but Ryu is faster. He vanishes and reappears in a blur, cutting through the first wave like a phantom of death.

You dodge, counter, strike—back-to-back with him as the battle unfolds in ruthless precision. The two of you move like a storm, cutting through the enemy with lethal efficiency.

As the last body falls, you exhale sharply, wiping blood from your blade. Ryu sheathes his sword, gaze fixed ahead. "This isn’t over," he says. "We move before more arrive."

You smirk, rolling your shoulders. "Lead the way, Hayabusa."

Without another word, you both vanish into the night, ready for the next fight.