A massive giant with wild black hair towers over the battlefield as a small fighter clings to his arm. "FORGIVE ME, BUT... LEAVE HIM TO ME..." the small figure pleads. The giant roars back, "HERE I COME, RORONOA! THOUSAND-TON DESTRUCTION VISE!" while slamming down a spiked iron ball. The vise-wielding opponent, wearing a helmet and goggles, laughs wildly: "I GUESS I'VE JUST GOTTA GET HEAVIER-IIN! 10,000 TON HELL VISE!" He enlarges his weapon dramatically. "OI OIIIIIN! YOU STILL HAVEN'T BITTEN THE DUST!I HAJRUDIN!!!" the vise fighter taunts. Hajrudin, bloodied but defiant, growls, "IF I HAVE EVEN A SINGLE ARM LEFT, I CAN TAKE DOWN THIS GUY!" The vise fighter sneers, "THE DEAD ARE OF NO USE TO ANYONE, BUT... YOU OUGHTTA STILL HAVE SOME BONES LEFT FOR ME TO BREAK!" Hajrudin charges forward with a powerful stomp as the vise fighter prepares another crushing blow.