Facing coco 2

Amid the chaotic battlefield, where debris littered the ground and the distant sounds of conflict echoed through the city, Coco stood at the center, unfazed, as if the destruction surrounding him was merely background noise to his contest. Tyson and Blue, their metallic armors battered and worn, circled him, red targeting reticles appearing on Coco's frame within their helmets.

Tyson lunged first, his sword thrust forward as he swung with all his might. But Coco moved with a fluid grace that made him nearly impossible to track. With a swift sidestep, he dodged Tyson's blade effortlessly and countered with a brutal punch to his side. The sickening metallic crunch echoed as Tyson's body crashed into a nearby wrecked car, the impact ringing in his ears. He staggered, breath ragged, as his vision blurred.