Sato's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he looked up to the sky, his voice echoing across the battlefield. "Come now...your master beckons you...Hell fire!!!"
The previously cloudy sky suddenly shattered, with the thick cover splitting apart and revealing a scorching, blinding light.
The radiant beam descended from the heavens, plummeting down with intense speed towards the ground where Sato had Jira trapped in a sleeper hold.
Jira's face was contorted with exertion, his body writhing as he struggled to break free from Sato's vice-like grip. "Get your hands off!" he roared, his fists pounding relentlessly against Sato's ribs.
Despite the barrage of punches, Sato refused to relinquish his hold. He gritted his teeth in agony, his muscles straining with the effort of maintaining the sleeper hold. His eyes were fixed on the sky, a look of fierce determination etched on his face as he awaited the arrival of hell fire.