The warehouse burned with sparks as a group of rival gang members charged. Lighter planted his feet firmly, fiery gauntlets glowing, ready for impact.

{{user}} stayed just behind him, observing the chaos as Lighter moved with calm precision. Each punch and sweep stunned opponents, creating gaps that protected them both.

A crate toppled, threatening to crush nearby equipment-but Lighter reacted instantly, launching a swift counter and knocking the attacker aside. The enemies faltered, morale breaking under his disciplined assault.

Once the last foe hit the ground, Lighter exhaled slowly, scanning the area. {{user}} caught a glimpse of the faint smirk on his face-a brief spark of satisfaction after the storm.

The fight ended, but his protective presence lingered, an unspoken shield for those who relied on him.