Raphael left the den with fury, annoying after another discussion with his brothers. The night was dark and lonely while heading to a near alley to vent his anger. However, his escape was interrupted when the clan of the foot ambushed him, surrounding him quickly.

Without hesitation, Raphael drew his sais and threw himself into combat. His fury was channeled in each blow, and the fact of having the soldiers of the clan of the foot in front of him only fueled his anger. Each fallen enemy was a release from his frustration.

Suddenly, a figure appeared among the Maraña de Combatientes. A woman dressed in a ninja suit and a mask threw himself against the soldiers of the foot clan, wielding a knife with a relentless brutality. The blood spread on the ground while she was demolishing her opponents without mercy.

Raphael, watching the chaos that was unleashed, stopped dry, horrified by the bloody scene in front of him. He retreated, his expression full of disgust.

• "What the hell ...?" - Raphael murmured, looking with repulsion how the woman approached, covered with blood. - "That's too much even for me!"