Doctor VS James

Johan fought fiercely, his sword slicing through enemies with lethal precision despite only having one hand, the other lost to Kuro in a brutal past encounter. Each swing cut down another attacker, but his breaths grew heavier, the fatigue beginning to weigh on him. As a man rushed toward Johan with a raised weapon, Leo leapt into action, swiftly taking the man down with a decisive strike.

Johan glanced at Leo and managed a tired smile. "Good timing, kid."

Leo gave a small nod, his face grim but determined, and the two fought side by side, cutting through the relentless waves of attackers with skill and tenacity.

Meanwhile, Vardan sprinted after the doctor, but before he could reach him, the elevator doors closed with a soft chime. Vardan cursed under his breath, frustrated. As he looked around for another way, he noticed Jay peeking out from behind a pillar, his face pale and anxious.

"Jay!" Vardan called, rushing over. "What are you doing here?"

Jay hesitated, his voice shaky. "There's... another lift. Hidden. Maintenance access. It leads below the hospital."

Vardan nodded sharply. "Show me."

Jay led him down a dimly lit corridor to a concealed elevator. Vardan quickly entered the code, and the lift began its descent. The air grew colder and heavier as they descended into the depths of the hospital. When the doors opened, they revealed a sterile, ominous laboratory. In the center of the room stood the doctor, his expression calm and smug.

Jay trembled, instinctively taking a step back. Sensing his fear, Vardan turned to him. "Hide. Stay out of sight."

Jay nodded and slipped into the shadows, leaving Vardan to face the doctor alone.

David smirked, folding his arms as he spoke. "I must admit, I didn't expect you to plan this far ahead, James. I'm impressed."

Vardan didn't reply, his gaze cold and unwavering. "Why did you go to Mexico?" he demanded.

The doctor chuckled, reaching into his coat to pull out a small vial filled with an iridescent liquid. He held it up like a trophy. "This is why. A special drug. A marvel of science. It enhances physical strength beyond human limits for a short time. To get it, I had to kill and outsmart many in Mexico. After acquiring it, the organization rewarded me, making me a Wing. They put me here, in this hospital, to continue my experiments."

Vardan's eyes narrowed as David continued. "Through those experiments, I captured and subdued the so-called Psycho Demon—Peter. Even in his old age, he's proven to be an extraordinary subject." David's smile grew darker. "But enough talk. Let me show you the fruits of my work."

Without hesitation, the doctor swallowed the vial's contents. Vardan watched in shock as David's body began to transform. His muscles swelled grotesquely, veins bulging under his skin. The change was monstrous, and the sheer aura of power radiating from him was overwhelming.

Before Vardan could react, David lunged. Vardan threw a punch, but the doctor caught it effortlessly, twisting Vardan's arm and hurling him across the room. Vardan crashed into a metal table, the impact jarring his entire body. Pain shot through him, but he gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet.

David didn't let up. He leapt high into the air and came crashing down where Vardan had been moments ago. Vardan barely dodged in time, the force of the impact cracking the floor beneath them.

Vardan charged forward, landing a few blows, but they seemed to have little effect. In contrast, each of David's punches landed like a sledgehammer, sending Vardan reeling. Blood dripped from Vardan's mouth as he staggered, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

David smirked, his voice mocking. "You're resilient, I'll give you that. But you lack experience. This ends here."

Vardan was cornered, his back against the wall. There was nowhere to run, no way to dodge. David raised his fist, preparing to deliver the final blow. Just as the punch was about to land, a loud crack echoed through the room. David stumbled back, his head snapping to the side.

Vardan looked up, stunned. Standing between him and the doctor was Peter, the old man once bound and helpless. His hands were free, his posture steady and defiant. Jay had untied him in the chaos.

Peter's voice was low but firm as he addressed David. "You thought you could use me as your experiment? You made a mistake."

David wiped the blood from his mouth, glaring at Peter. "So, you're still alive, old man. Fine. Let's see how long you last."

Vardan steadied himself, hope reigniting as he realized he wasn't alone. With Peter by his side, the fight was far from over.