Gen and Redd charged through the streets causing more damage and making more noise than a thousand riots, any poor bastard using prison clothes that got in their way was double teamed by the Hot-Blooded and Scarlet boxers that punched them into submission. The weirdness of it all is that most of the guys they punched seemed more monsters than humans but ironically both Gen and Redd seemed more like beast than most of the low level inmates that cowered upon facing them for a couple of seconds. Most of the fugitives learnt to avoid the pair of brawlers and only the mentally unstable or the insanely arrogant tried to face them to no avail. The Brawler from Tokyo was in his element punching teeth and jaws out of place. –Old timer! We should go and punch the fuck out of the big fishes these small fucks aren’t worth punching.- Redd sighed as the Hot-Blooded Boxer brought him memories of his young years, when all seemed as easy as his fellow Boxer thought it was. –Calm yerself young lad, we need to clean the streets before getting some fun, if not where I would get the raw components for my beer, In London with all those tea sucking wee squeefs? Not in a thousand years! Those trunk monkey wouldn’t recognize good malt even if they bit them in the chufter!- Redd knew this wouldn’t work for a fellow boxer, specially of the Guts Type and he wasn’t wrong. –Honestly old timer, I prefer Sake, so cleaning the streets is only yer problem, ya keep the good job here and I’ll demolish the riot leaders inside, ya get yer beer stuff protected and I get to fight, we all win at the end.- Gen grinned thinking he had a great idea and in fact he would have if the top tier prisoners weren’t the monsters Redd knew they were, only their fellow Spirit Boxer needed a joint army collaboration to be stopped and the rest could be even worse. But once again the youth and enthusiasm of Gen, not to mention the fact that he was stronger than Redd, made the Scottish Boxer to sigh once again and accept Gen’s idea. –Get yer arse there lad, and punch some for me, I’ll stay and take out the trash.- Redd left walking tall while Gen moved towards the Prison and jumped the ruined fence entering to the main yard hoping to find something to punch. Unluckily in the shadows somebody was stalking the reckless Boxer. Another member of the Fraternite was ready to pounce from the shadows and attack the unsuspecting Gen.
The files were destroyed and the unlikely team up of the Superhuman Masako and the Swift Makoto keep moving; now their aim was the warden office. Masako promised his roommate that after guiding him towards it he would be allowed to leave so both were moving as fast as they could, the Psychotic teen so he could get his revenge, and the shy speedster wanting to leave as soon as possible. Unluckily somebody was already going towards it and the pair met with Jack. Masako taking the lead talked with contained hate and disdain –What’re you doing here? The warden is mine I’ll feast on his flesh and quench my thirst with his blood.- Makoto was scared, he got in this jail only because of his powers he wasn’t a crazed lunatic like his team-mate and he didn’t liked to fight at all, he only hoped that the other guy would flee, as he didn’t wanted to be a witness of Masako feasting on him, that would make him puke and he couldn’t run well if he was feeling down.