"What do you mean you can't find him?!"
Ariel's roar shook the air, his fists crashing down on Luiz like an unrelenting storm.
Each blow landed with the force of a falling mountain, sending out shockwaves that shattered the ground beneath them.
The two men; so vastly different from their usual selves, stood in stark contrast to their former images.
Ariel had lost his usual calm and composed demeanor. His face was twisted with rage, marred by fury, his once-refined elegance replaced by the savage wrath of a man driven beyond reason.
He descended on Luiz like a barbarian, his brutal strikes devoid of skill or finesse... just raw, unchecked power.
And Luiz; the once-proud patriarch, always radiating regality and authority, now curled up like a bullied child in a corner, bloodied and broken, as the Saint's unrelenting fists crashed on him.
