[Before the start of the battle theme]

The air was cold. The wind howling. And it must have been in the middle of the night with the dawn approaching to the point where we were now standing on top the allegedly flipped, rusted out monument of the Bunkara Region.

The guy had casual black-white working clothes on, just not the Kensa kind of brand. They were similar ones to what I tend to wear at work. It didn't make sense because of this guy being meant to be from the same Octarian army as I used to be from, but the thing that was standing out the most?
His visage, the baggy, mid-short, pink colored hairstyle that could have been mistaken for a girl's hairstyle, and the carefree expression on his green eyed face. It was more of a deja-vu than I liked it to be. It reminded me too much of my Boss and it made me question whether that shiteating smug grin on his face that rivaled Mr. Han's was a coincidence or not.

[...]

„So that is that. You and I - And three more of... You? Us? We're labeled as another case of solider-lab rats that have been nicked as „Protolings". I was the one they took out akin to trash due to having manifested negative physical side effects while you seemed to have taken only mental side effects from what you call..."

„... Generic super-solider procedures. Come on, the Octarian Army - And roughly half of the whole underground if I had to exaggeratedly pinpoint it - are a paradise for oh-so-super-illegal-against-your-sorry-will-experiments for the sake of either - Science or the army, depending on who you ask. Us, the Protolings - We were just another line of lab rats - Until an inside job thanks to a former scientist and government enemy in Octavio's own groups gave us the once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity to get a hold of our own lives, to be tempted by that tanned, green Octoling on deciding on if we should form an anarchy-glorifying rebellion that dedicates itself to nothing but overthrowing the same people that stuffed us into the same mud we were forced to live in!

Shu at least put it that way, until... Well... You know the rest. Ambitious as hell, but kicked the bucket without changing anything. Except for us, the Protolings that is! Even if that is just a fancy name for your generic „Super-Solider-Octolings". Pretty sure there is a lot more than just the four of us there though."

„Still... Protolings?"

„Yeah, don't bother with the name."

Mizato had lowered his eyelids, swaying across the brown rust of the monument they were standing on.

„He's buying it. Good."

Rolling his eyes from that position, up to a bright smile he then began adding:

„Either way! Now that your little sister is missing both her arms somewhere down inside that monument we're standing on, we should have what - Nine to Four minutes left before the explosives make their entrance. Until that, especially since it's going to be a pain to get down from here without climbing - So! With that being said!"

He lifted his fists up, the lift to the cheeks of the smile increasing, while the skin of his forearms showed the same hardened claw-scale-ish appearance like Katou's - Just in a deeper variant of his pink.

[Start of the theme initiates - 7 minutes until the detonation occurs - *Start of the theme begins*]

And cutting the distance between the two short with a one legged leap while keeping his arms up, Mizato thr-

[...]

*PANG!*

The sound of multiple direct blaster shots crashed into Katou's facial area within a matter of seconds, unable to perceive a single of the twelve jabs that were had thrown out at Katou's expression. Only showing suppressed anger veins indicating the pain he had inflicted, unable to even express a reaction to the sustained damage. All within the blink of an eye.
Clenching his jaw while tucking his chin in, only during the initial rush, Katou's attempt at trying to block the other blows was made futile as Mizato began swaying in posture and the directions his blows were taking - Mixing it up the previous blows to the head with bodyblows and gut-shots that went completely past Katou's radar.
Stuck in a locked position while stepping back further and further as he wails on him with the same swift, yet brute force that Katou himself used just a few hours ago on the lesser enemies to get there, his only thoughts were -

„What can I do from this position?"

In a game of predictions of pre- and counter-initiatives, Katou was aware of how close to impossible it was when it came to getting out of this kind of situation when the opponent knew exactly what he was doing. Especially if he knew what the opponent was doing. While it was the first time he found himself in a situation akin to the current one, it went without saying anything to him. Keeping the guard of his left close while looking for an opening by both preparing to strike with his right and trying to bait Mizato into attacking his open jaw, he then went out for a desperate strike to shut down his flurry of punches with a claw-like right akin to the Kraken-like disfigurement Mizato had on all parts of his hands.

„GAH!"

... Which was only met with him tilting his head backwards into an impossible angle to the point of appearing as if he dislocated his neck temporarily, the Octoling with the green eyes only grinning in delight. The rush of attacks continued, as Katou realized upon the first whip-like blur of strikes:

„... The pattern of his attacks changed! Means I might have a shot dishing out a...!"

Going with the same baiting tactic from before, only hoping for less anticipation from Mizato's responding side, Katou waited under clenched teeth for the best possible opportunity to retaliate with a counter. Mizato's bright grin lessened somewhat, as only the screeching and squeaking of the rusty metal under their feet accompanied the fight under the pitch-black nightsky. Nothing else was moving, as the focus fell on to the fight itself.

„... Now!-„

Instead of a right cross, Katou went for a front kick right off the bat, as Mizato proceeded to read the entire sequence of his counter-initiative. From the sidestep, to simultaneously catch the foot with the one hand, getting a hold on Katou's right shoulder with the other, to putting his left foot behind Katou's other foot in order to go for toppling and throwing him down to the brown metal floor, cushioning the fall in time without making the back of his head hit the floor.

*THRACK!*

With less than a second in between those actions, the pink stained Octoling went for an elbow drop with an pinched grin that left a notable dent on the metal it landed on, as Katou leaped away from it with one hand on the floor, using the opening he waited for to tackle Mizato from his current position, his attempt at responding with a tackle as well resulting in an arm bar after Katou caught one of his arms, pressing it upwards with a pivot that pressed Mizato's body on the floor alongside his head, with him being just as well aware on how to get out of it in the same way Katou was more than just anticipating it.

Phasing in an out of his Octopus form, Mizato's ink-soaked appearance was left with his face looking half octopus-like, half humanoid - Exactly like what you would see when an Octoling goes in and out of their two forms. Slipping that way through the armbar without breaking a sweat while the grotesque glare of his eyes at that moment locked themselves onto the red-stained Octoling, he wrapped one arm around one of the opponent's leg, and one around one of his arms. Getting flipped into the rusted metal once more, Katou was unable to cushion the second slam, leaving him stunned for long enough...

... For Mizato to jump out of his lying position in front of Katou, immediately transitioning to a stomp that was once again aimed at his face. Left hand lowered against counter-attacks, the right one lifted for the same reason while parts of his foot flashed in the same deepened pink color as his claw-like hands while half of his ink-soaked visage still resembled an mid-transformation Octopus, while his mad grin showed itself on the other, more humanoid half of his face.

*Flop!-*

*BANG!*

Leaving an even bigger dent in the metal than with the elbow, Mizato slowly began feeling both the sweat and the pain on his body parts kicking in, all while the majority of his attention went to the similarly clothed Octoling who evaded the stomp in the same manner in which the pink Octoling slipped past the arm bar. Dropping, while twisting his own pair of legs around Mizato's legs mid-transformation as he also tackled his hips, facetanking a kick in surprised retaliation with a tucked in chin, he slammed him with one Judo-like pivoted takedown to the ground once more.

And as Mizato hopped up from the same position Katou was in, now back on his feet:

He could already spot the side-front flip-axe kick coming from Katou which he performed from the same prone position he was on, leaving barely any time to react for Mizato in the same manner he had started the fight.

[...]

*PANG!!*

A fully swung, low angled uppercut that was aimed right at the nose with a fully hardened fist, colored in a deep red ink color, moving forward in tandem with both hips and shoulders. Accompanied by a sound akin to the blast of a fully charged sniper shot and bursting cartilage. A clean knock out blow, in contrast to Katou's clenched teeth and almost both focused and desperate expression in his widely ripped open eyes after the search for an opportunity to dish out said blow. Almost losing his footing off the rusty edge of the flipped Eiffel Tower that the battle had stretched itself to, Katou pressed the decisive blow into Mizato's nose, going from there to pressing the blow to the middle of his now dented visage, pushing his fist away from his face with the initial uppercut, while ink began gushing out from it, as the pink colored Octoling was sent falling down.

And yet - As Katou began seeing his descending face he could see very clearly - That Mizato had an openly mad grin on his face, despite the cramped, ink-stained nose on his crushed visage, with the eyes still locked at Katou during, before and after the punch. Akin to the speed of a clam closing itself, he caught Katou, to his heightened distress, into one last armbar with the fist he had thrown out, and dragged him alongside with himself down the edge, both of them falling through the night, down into the plains of the ground floor that surrounded the Eiffel tower, going out with one last bang halling across the night. But what was the source of the sound?

[...]

„... He must have fainted right after that armbar. His face was caved in, and the back of his head isn't looking any better. We don't have bones, but seeing the result of his head having hit the ground first from that height - I don't think he's gonna get up from this - At all.

He did say something about the monument that he just threw ourselves out of, something about someone missing arms...

...

... Oh yeah, Azura.

Ar-

... Oh FUCK, AZURA-„

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