The Opening Theme Plays
The battleground was a desolate wasteland of shattered concrete and twisted metal, a testament to the ferocity of the ongoing battle. Leon stood amidst the wreckage, his eyes glowing with a menacing, almost otherworldly light. Liam and Ken, battered and bruised, faced him with unwavering determination, their resolve hardened by the memory of their fallen loved ones.
"Is this all you've got?" Leon sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I expected more from the so-called protectors of Tremorton."
Liam wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with anger. "We're not done yet, Leon. Not by a long shot."
Ken, his robotic arm sparking from the earlier clashes, stood beside his father, his face a mask of grim determination. "We'll fight until our last breath if we have to."
Leon laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed across the battlefield. "How noble. How utterly futile."
In a blur of motion, Leon dashed forward, his speed almost too fast to track. Before Liam and Ken could react, he had grabbed them both by their heads, his grip like a vise. With a savage roar, he lifted them into the air and hurled them with brutal force into the nearest walls.
The impact was bone-shattering. The walls cracked and crumbled around them, dust and debris raining down as Liam and Ken struggled to rise from the rubble. Pain coursed through their bodies, but they forced themselves to stand, refusing to give in to despair.
"Is that all you've got?" Leon taunted, striding towards them with a predatory grace. "You're nothing but insects to me."
Liam, clutching his side, pushed himself up. "We've faced worse than you, Leon. You're not invincible."
Ken, his arm still sparking, managed to stand beside his father. "You can throw us around all you want, but we won't give up."
Leon's eyes narrowed, his amusement fading into cold fury. "Then I'll just have to break you, piece by piece."
With a flick of his wrist, Leon summoned a wave of energy that blasted towards them. Liam and Ken braced themselves, the force slamming into them like a freight train. They skidded back, but held their ground, their determination unyielding.
"You think you can defeat us?" Liam shouted over the roar of the energy. "You underestimate the power of unity and the strength of our will."
Ken nodded, his voice steady despite the pain. "We're fighting for more than just ourselves. We're fighting for everyone we've lost and everyone we love."
Leon's face twisted into a snarl. "Your pathetic sentimentality won't save you."
He charged again, his fists crackling with raw power. Liam and Ken met him head-on, their own attacks fueled by desperation and resolve. The clash of their blows echoed through the battlefield, a symphony of violence and defiance.
For every hit they landed, Leon seemed to retaliate with twice the force. Despite their best efforts, they found themselves being overpowered, their bodies battered and their strength waning.
But they refused to back down. With every strike, they remembered Nathan and Sylvia, their friends and family, and the prayers of those they protected. Their pain was a small price to pay for the chance to bring an end to Leon's reign of terror.
"Is this really the best you can do?" Leon growled, his voice a mix of anger and disdain. "You're nothing compared to me."
Liam gritted his teeth, his vision swimming from the impact of Leon's latest blow. "Maybe not. But we're not alone. And we'll keep fighting until the end."
