Titan vs Brauns

The floor rumbled beneath Shouma's sheer weight as he charged forward, his massive fists clenching like iron hammers. His target? Kasumi, Aiko, and Rin—the ones racing down the hall toward Kairi.

"You ain't going nowhere!" Shouma's booming voice echoed as he lunged, his monstrous frame cutting through the dimly lit corridor.

Kasumi's eyes widened, twisting her body mid-stride. Aiko was already reaching for a blade, and Rin was shifting her weight, ready to counter—

But then—

"Oi, dumbass!"

Shouma's ears twitched at the mocking tone, his steps faltering.

Jin stood behind him, a cocky smirk on his face, twirling his knife between his fingers. "Didn't your mom ever teach you not to turn your back in a fight?"

Celeste stood beside him, cracking her neck, her voice low and venomous. "Pick on someone your own size."

Shouma froze, his massive shoulders heaving, torn between crushing the three runners or turning back toward the two taunting him.

Kasumi gritted her teeth, realizing their chance. "Keep him busy!"

Jin gave her a lazy salute. "Yeah, yeah, don't get yourselves killed."

Shouma finally snarled, turning his bulk toward them, his muscles flexing with pure rage. "Fine. If you wanna die first, be my guest."

With that, he pivoted, lunging toward Jin and Celeste instead—giving Kasumi, Aiko, and Rin the opening they needed.

They didn't waste it.

Jin and Celeste locked eyes for a brief second, a silent agreement passing between them. No words were needed—just pure, instinctual synergy.

Shouma's breath rumbled through the corridor like a storm, his massive frame heaving with raw power. His fists tightened, knuckles cracking as he charged forward, aiming to crush them both in a single blow.

But they were faster.

Jin sidestepped, his knife flashing in the dim light, carving a deep gash across Shouma's side. The brute grunted, but before he could react, Celeste was already there—a brutal kick slamming into the back of his knee, forcing him to buckle.

"Tch. Big guy's got endurance, I'll give him that." Jin smirked, flipping his knife between his fingers.

"Then we just keep cutting him down." Celeste's voice was sharp, her stance low, waiting for the next opening.

Shouma snarled, planting his feet. Blood dripped down his side, staining his already-ruined suit, but his rage burned hotter than the pain.

"You little shits—"

Jin didn't let him finish. He lunged forward, his blade flashing toward Shouma's throat—

But the brute caught it.

A massive hand wrapped around Jin's wrist, stopping the knife mid-swing.

Jin's smirk faltered. "Huh?"

Then the world blurred.

With a roar, Shouma swung Jin like a ragdoll, slamming him into the nearest wall with a force that made the entire hallway shake. Jin gasped, his breath crushed out of his lungs as he crumpled to the ground.

Celeste's eyes widened—but she had no time to react.

Shouma pivoted, his other fist already swinging—

"Shit—!"

Celeste barely dodged, the air splitting as the brute's fist crashed into the floor where she had stood.

Dust and debris exploded around them.

Jin coughed, pushing himself up, dazed but grinning through the pain. "Alright. Maybe he's tougher than I thought."

Celeste wiped blood from her lip, eyes burning with resolve. "We end this now."

They thought the fight was over.

They were wrong.

Jin barely had time to catch his breath before a shadow loomed over him.

Shouma's massive frame eclipsed the dim hallway lights, his fists clenched like twin wrecking balls. The brute's breath was heavy, heated, feral. His wounds didn't slow him—they only seemed to fuel the rage boiling in his veins.

Jin tried to roll away, but Shouma's hand shot out, fingers like iron clamps gripping his collar.

"You're annoying." Shouma's voice rumbled, a deep, guttural growl.

Then he hurled Jin.

Jin's world whipped around him, his body crashing onto a wooden table, the impact splintering it into pieces. But it didn't stop there.

The force sent him sliding straight into Celeste.

"Shi—!" Celeste barely managed to brace herself before Jin's body slammed into her, knocking them both into a heap against the far wall.

Dust and debris settled as Jin groaned, half-laughing, half-coughing. "I think I just saw my own soul leave my body—"

Celeste shoved him off, eyes blazing. "Less talking, more standing the hell up!"

Shouma cracked his neck, his massive form stepping over the wreckage, closing in with the slow, deliberate pace of a predator.

"I hope you two can take a beating, 'cause I'm just getting started."

Celeste leaned in, her breath hot against Jin's ear as she whispered, "We can't overpower him. But we can make him trip over his own damn strength."

Jin smirked, rubbing his sore shoulder. "Oh? Got a way to humble King Kong over there?"

"Speed. Coordination. And just enough chaos." Celeste's lips barely moved, but the sharp gleam in her eyes told Jin everything he needed to know.

He exhaled, rolling his neck before cracking his knuckles. "Alright, fine. Let's run circles around the bastard."

And then—they moved.

Celeste darted left, Jin veered right. Their bodies became blurs of motion, weaving around Shouma in tight, unpredictable patterns. The brute snapped his head back and forth, his massive arms swinging wildly, but they were too fast.

"You scared to get close?!" Shouma barked, his voice a guttural snarl as his fists tore through the air, just inches from Jin's jaw.

Jin chuckled, ducking a swipe. "Nah, we just like watching you struggle, big guy."

Celeste slid low, slashing a knife at the back of Shouma's knee. It barely left a scratch, but it made him stumble.

Then—footsteps.

From the side door, three rookie officers rushed in. Their eyes widened as they took in the chaos—Shouma, enraged and swinging, Jin and Celeste blitzing around him.

"What the hell is—" One officer didn't even get to finish.

Shouma's fist lashed out blindly, and the unfortunate rookie took the full impact. His body flew back, crashing through a chair, knocking him out instantly.

The remaining two froze. They weren't ready for this.

Celeste and Jin grinned.

This? This was exactly what they needed.

The two remaining officers barely had time to react.

Shouma turned on them like a beast unleashed.

His massive hand clamped onto one rookie's throat, lifting him clean off the ground. The officer choked, legs kicking desperately—until with a sickening CRACK, his neck snapped like a twig.

The last officer tried to run.

Tried.

Shouma grabbed a fallen chair and hurled it with monstrous strength. The wooden frame shattered across the officer's back, sending him sprawling. Before the poor bastard could even scream, Shouma's boot came down—hard.

A single stomp. Skull shattered. Blood spread.

Shouma exhaled, grinning at the carnage.

And that's when he noticed—Jin and Celeste were gone.

They had used the moment of slaughter to bolt for the exit.

Shouma's grin twisted. "Oh, you little rats think you're slick?"

Then—he moved.

Like a freight train at full speed, he sprinted after them.

Jin and Celeste were halfway to the door when—

BOOM!

A monstrous impact.

Shouma trucked into them, his sheer bulk sending both crashing into the ground. The impact rattled their bones. Celeste's back hit the floor hard, her breath knocked from her lungs.

Jin rolled onto his side, coughing.

"Oh… oh, that fucking hurt."

Shouma loomed over them, casting a massive shadow.

"You really thought you could just run?" he taunted, cracking his knuckles.

His eyes glowed with bloodlust.

Celeste wiped blood from her lips, her glare sharp. "Yeah. And for a second, it almost worked."

Jin groaned, pushing himself up. "Guess that means we gotta do this the hard way."

Shouma smiled. "Yeah. You do."

He stepped forward—ready to break them apart.