Victor stood over the brutally beaten bodies of Lance and Uriel, his expression hidden behind the ominous visor of his suit. His laughter echoed through the air, a chilling sound that seemed to mock their every effort. "Look at you two," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Pathetic. You thought you could challenge me? You thought you could win? How amusing."

Lance and Uriel lay on the ground, their bodies battered and broken. Blood stained their clothes, and their breaths came in ragged gasps. Despite their injuries, they refused to give up, their eyes filled with a fierce determination. But Victor's mockery cut deep, a reminder of their helplessness.

"You've fought bravely," Victor continued, his tone condescending. "But bravery alone won't save you. You're nothing but insects to be crushed underfoot. And now, it's time to end this."

Victor raised his hand, pointing a finger at the fallen warriors. "Special Move: Devourer's Blast," he intoned, his voice filled with finality. But before he could unleash the devastating attack, a new voice cut through the air.

"Ah, I finally made it," the voice said, a hint of annoyance in its tone. "You know, you two shouldn't leave me alone like that. Really annoying."

The tone of the voice was unmistakable. It was Thronjaw, the one they had left behind. He stood at the edge of the battlefield, his shark-like features and predatory grin unmistakable. His sword gleamed in the dim light, a testament to his readiness for battle.

Victor's eyes narrowed behind his visor as he took in the newcomer. "Ah, Calamity Class Thronjaw," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Didn't think I would be hitting a jackpot today like this."

Thronjaw took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the scene. The sight of Lance and Uriel's battered bodies filled him with a simmering rage, but he kept his emotions in check. He didn't care much for humans, except for Arata, but anyone who hurt Undergrounders made his blood boil.

"You've made a mistake, Victor," Thronjaw said, his voice low and dangerous. "You shouldn't have hurt them."

Victor's smile widened beneath his visor, a cruel and mocking expression. "And what are you going to do about it, Thronjaw? Think you can take me on?"

Thronjaw's grip tightened on his sword, his eyes blazing with determination. "Let's find out."

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With that, Thronjaw walked up to Victor, his every step radiating confidence and controlled fury. Victor's smile never wavered as he prepared to face this new challenger. The air crackled with tension as the two warriors squared off, ready to duke it out in a battle that promised to be nothing short of epic.

Lance and Uriel, though weakened, couldn't help but feel a surge of hope as they saw Thronjaw step forward. Even in their battered state, they recognized his formidable strength. Thronjaw was a force to be reckoned with, and his presence brought a glimmer of hope to their dire situation.

"Stay back," Thronjaw ordered, his voice brooking no argument. "I'll handle this."

Lance and Uriel exchanged weary glances but nodded, understanding that they were in no condition to continue the fight. They watched as Thronjaw advanced, his every movement exuding a deadly grace.

Victor's mocking demeanor shifted slightly, a flicker of genuine interest crossing his features. "Well, well. It seems I finally have a worthy opponent."

Thronjaw's response was a low growl, his patience wearing thin. He had no time for banter. The only thing on his mind was the need to put an end to this threat. With a swift motion, he raised his sword, the blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

Victor's smile returned, his confidence unshaken. "Let's see what you've got, Thronjaw."

The two combatants clashed with a force that sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Their movements were a blur of speed and power, each strike resonating with the intensity of their determination. Thronjaw's attacks were precise and relentless, his every move calculated to exploit any weakness in Victor's defenses.

Victor, for his part, matched Thronjaw's ferocity with his own. His single-handed fighting style was both fluid and deadly, his movements a testament to his skill. The two warriors circled each other, their eyes locked in a deadly dance of intent.

As the battle raged on, the tension in the air grew palpable. Lance and Uriel watched with bated breath, their hope resting on Thronjaw's shoulders. They knew that this fight was their last chance, the final opportunity to turn the tide in their favor.

Thronjaw's attacks grew more ferocious, his rage fueling his every move. Each strike was a testament to his power, his determination to protect his friends and defeat this formidable foe. But Victor's defenses were unyielding, his confidence unshaken.

Victor's voice cut through the chaos, his tone dripping with mockery. "You think you can defeat me, Thronjaw? You're just another obstacle in my path."

Thronjaw's eyes blazed with fury, his grip on his sword tightening. "I'll make you regret underestimating me."

With a final, powerful strike, Thronjaw aimed for Victor's chest, his blade a blur of motion. But Victor was ready. With a swift motion, he blocked the attack, the clash of their weapons sending sparks flying.

The battlefield was a scene of chaos and destruction, the ground littered with debris and the echoes of their clash. The intensity of their fight left no doubt that this was a battle of epic proportions, a confrontation that would determine the outcome of their struggle.