As Orano and Nuzuki circled each other, their eyes locked in a deadly dance, the air crackled with tension. Orano's heart burned with a desire for vengeance, a thirst for justice that had been building for years. Nuzuki, unfazed, merely grinned.

"My father always said," Nuzuki began, his voice dripping with contempt, "that war doesn't decide who is right, but who is more powerful. I should have listened to him."

Tatsumi's blood boiled. "Your eyes are blinded by greed and hatred," he retorted. "You cannot see the difference between right and wrong. That is why you will not prevail."

Nuzuki's eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that."

With a roar, they charged, their swords clashing in a whirlwind of steel and fury. The force of their blows sent shockwaves through the air, pushing back everything in their path.

Orano fought with a ferocity born of despair, but Nuzuki's agility and strength were formidable. He evaded Orano's attacks with ease, countering with blows that sent the warrior reeling.

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Orano, however, was resilient. He countered Nuzuki's aerial assault with a well-timed sword strike, forcing the villain to retreat. But Nuzuki's aerial advantage was undeniable. He soared above Orano, his wings a blur of motion as he rained down blows.

Orano, his body battered and bruised, refused to yield. He fought with a desperation that belied his injuries. Nuzuki, impressed by his tenacity, taunted him. "Still want to get up?"

Orano, his face contorted in pain, pushed himself to his feet. His resolve was unwavering, his spirit unbroken.

Nuzuki, his eyes filled with contempt, observed Orano's unwavering determination. "You're persistent," he taunted. "But your stubbornness will be your downfall."

Orano, his body aching, rose to his feet. "I made my choice," he replied, his voice a defiant whisper.

Nuzuki, his arrogance unchecked, continued his verbal assault. "You're a fool," he sneered. "You're trapped here because of your misplaced loyalty."

Orano, his resolve unshaken, countered. "I chose this path."

Nuzuki scoffed. "You're weak," he declared. "You're consumed by compassion. It will be your undoing."

Just as Nuzuki was about to deliver the final blow, a voice interrupted him, a voice filled with a righteous fury. "Helping others is not a weakness," the voice boomed. "It is a testament to one's greatness."

A figure emerged from the shadows, a giant of a man wielding a colossal sword. It was Ken Adachi, sent by Elsa to aid their cause.

With a powerful swing, Ken Adachi sent Nuzuki flying. Turning to Orano, he extended a helping hand. "Let's finish this," he said.