The Redmobil— that is to say, the Trinergy ship touched down with barely a whisper, settling into a mountain clearing that looked like something had carved it flat centuries ago. Trees ringed the space like spectators waiting for a show.

Angelo pushed through the door first, rolling his shoulders as he stepped onto solid ground. "Agh—felt like my spine fused to that chair."

"Tell me about it." Neiva stumbled out behind him, working the kinks from her neck. "I can actually hear mine complaining."

Sol emerged with considerably less drama, though he stretched his arms overhead with a satisfied grunt. "There's your problem—flying suspended by energy tethers versus sitting on your ass like regular passengers. Body knows the difference."

Red materialized in a swirl of crimson smoke, landing with theatrical flair. "Oh boo-hoo, you walking meat sacks and your precious aching muscles. Want me to get you some ice packs?"

Neiva shot him an irritated look. "Real sympathetic, Red."

"Yeah, easy to talk shit when your body's literally made of magic." Angelo kicked at a loose stone. "Doesn't exactly cramp up, does it?"

Red's grin turned predatory. "What can I say? Evolution's a beautiful thing. You inferior flesh bags jealous?"

Blue stepped down with perfect posture, adjusting invisible glasses. "Red, might I remind you that we are fundamentally human as well? Our forms simply lack sufficient energetic density, which necessitates continuous energy supplementation to maintain cohesion and—"

"Oh my God, do you ever shut the hell up?" Red turned away, waving dismissively. "Nobody asked for a goddamn physics lecture."

Blue's jaw tightened, but he maintained his dignified composure. "Your willful ignorance remains astounding."

While they bickered, Angelo noticed Sol scanning the mountainous terrain with unusual focus. He moved closer, keeping his voice low. "What's going through that head of yours?"

Sol's trademark smirk returned, but something sharper lurked beneath it. "This place ring any bells for you?"

Angelo surveyed the clearing—jagged rocks, sparse trees, mountains pressing close. "It's a campsite. Why, you got engaged here or something?"

"Remember our first night on this journey?" Sol's silver eyes caught the fading sunlight. "We made camp. Decided to test each other's skills the following morning. Ring any bells now?"

The bickering behind them cut off abruptly. Red appeared at Angelo's shoulder like smoke drifting in. Angelo's expression flattened. "How could I forget? We played fair—left Blue on the sidelines, kept evolution off the table." He paused. "And I lost."

Sol laughed, the sound carrying genuine amusement. "Did you though? Hard to call it a real loss when you couldn't actually cut loose."

"EXACTLY!" Red practically vibrated with excitement. "You know what this means? We need a goddamn rematch!"

Blue shook his head with scholarly disapproval while Neiva drifted closer, curiosity lighting up her features.

"Funny you should mention it." Sol's grin widened. "I'm evolved now too. Perfect chance to settle unfinished business." He rolled his shoulders, silver energy flickering around his frame. "Plus you'll finally get to see what my evolved ability actually does."

Blue straightened immediately, academic interest overriding his previous annoyance. "Extraordinary—I confess the matter had entirely slipped my mind. You achieved evolution during our previous conflict, yet we never witnessed the manifestation of your new capabilities. What precisely is the nature of this ability?"

"Patience, professor." Sol's eyes glinted with mischief. "I'll give you all a practical demonstration. Consider it a field test. Gotta keep some cards close to the chest."

"Um..." Neiva's voice emerged small and uncertain. "I can fight now too, you know. I've been training pretty hard. Can I spar too?"

"Right..." Angelo barely glanced her direction. "Um, you can spar with Blue."

Neiva's shoulders sagged. "Oh. Yeah. Okay."

"What are we standing around for?!" Red bounced on his toes like an overexcited kid. "Let's move already!"

"Alright, alright, keep your pants on." Sol laughed, following Red and Angelo as they strode across the uneven ground, putting distance between themselves and the ship.

They took positions across the makeshift arena—nothing more than rocky terrain and stubborn grass. Angelo and Red on one side, bodies coiled with anticipation. Sol on the other, casually shrugging out of his silver jacket and draping it over a skeletal tree branch.

"You're seriously only wearing that tank top?" Angelo called across the field. "It's freezing out here."

Sol's grin turned wolfish. "Don't worry about me. I'm about to work up a serious sweat."

"Oh, I'll make him sweat—" Red started, then caught himself. "Wait, that came out wrong."

"Ground rules!" Angelo's voice cut through the mountain air. "Red and me, no Blue backup, against you. Everything else is fair game."

"No more gloves!" Sol confirmed, cracking his knuckles.

"Blue, count us down!" Angelo shouted toward the ship.

Blue stepped forward with military precision, one hand raised. "Are both parties prepared? On my mark... Ready... Set..."

"The hell's he doing?" Red muttered. "This isn't a race—"

"FIGHT!" Blue's command echoed off the mountain walls.

"Ahhhhh!" Sol's battle cry tore through the clearing as his silver aura exploded outward, writhing and twisting like liquid metal catching fire.

Angelo and Red moved in perfect sync, their auras igniting simultaneously—orange and crimson flames that seemed eager to merge into something even more dangerous.

Sol's energy condensed, then erupted into full evolved form—divine silver fire that made Angelo's chest tighten with something uncomfortably close to envy.

Angelo studied Sol carefully, searching for tells. His eyes narrowed. "I see."

"See what?" Red pressed. "What am I missing?"

Angelo's mouth curved into a rare, predatory smile. "Whatever trick he's hiding, he wants us to drag it out of him the hard way."

Red's grin split his face like a crack in glass. "Then let's rip it straight out of his still-breathing corpse!"

"Here he comes."

Angelo's thought barely formed before he and Red moved as one. Red dissolved mid-stride, crimson smoke flowing back into Angelo's body before erupting outward like sentient fog.

Sol skidded to a halt, silver eyes tracking both targets—Angelo hanging back, Red circling him like a predator made of mist.

But the expected ambush never came. Instead, orange constructs materialized from thin air around Red's position—forged weapons and raw energy bursting into existence with no warning.

Sol's arms blurred as he blocked and weaved through the barrage. He launched himself skyward to escape—

Red solidified beneath him, fingers locked around both ankles. "Surprise motherfucker!"

The crimson duplicate yanked down hard, but Sol's body barely budged. His leg snapped up toward Red's skull with enough force to cave in bone—

Red exploded back into smoke, shooting toward Angelo like a bullet.

Sol's boots hit earth. Angelo's voice boomed across the field. "Energy Bomb!"

The projectile screamed through the air.

Sol crossed his arms.

BOOM.

Smoke billowed outward. Sol walked through it without a scratch on him, silver aura crackling.

He closed the distance fast. Hooks and jabs wreathed in silver darkness hammered toward Angelo—textbook kickboxing combinations.

Angelo's forged shields manifested on instinct, but each impact spiderwebbed the energy with cracks. Sol hit hard now—harder than before.

Red materialized behind Sol without warning. Now the silver-haired fighter had to split his attention—dodge, counter, strike two opponents simultaneously.

Red stayed cautious, refusing to commit fully to melee range. Instead, forged constructs joined the assault—tethers whipping like vipers, disembodied arms striking from impossible angles, claws raking through air.

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Attacks converged from every direction.

"Ahhhh!" Sol's roar preceded an explosion of silver darkness that shattered every construct Red had created. Both Angelo and Red stumbled backward, shielding their eyes.

"Not bad." Angelo steadied himself, then glanced at Red. "Time to step it up."

"Hell yeah—let's make him taste dirt!" They moved shoulder to shoulder, raising their left arms in perfect sync. "Sub-Trinergy Blood Golem!"

A massive skeletal arm erupted into existence, its bones the color of dried blood mixed with orange flame.

A memory hit Angelo like a slap—

The Trinergy construct they'd been controlling wobbled pathetically through the air during training. "What the hell are you doing?!" Angelo shouted at the others. "I was aiming forward! FORWARD!"

"We've been doing forward all goddamn day!" Red snarled back. "We need to practice harder shit! You think enemies just stand still for you, moron?"

"What did you just call me?!"

They'd nearly come to blows before Blue's disgusted sigh cut through. "Zero cooperation whatsoever."

Neiva, who'd been watching this disaster, tilted her head thoughtfully. "Who's usually your shot caller?"

Angelo blinked. "Our what?"

"You've never heard of—?" Neiva looked genuinely surprised. "In esports, teams pick one person to call plays. Things get chaotic fast, so everyone follows that person's commands. Hence the term. Shot caller. Calls the shots." She gestured between the three of them. "You guys share thoughts all the time. This should be easy for you."

Blue adjusted his invisible glasses. "That methodology possesses considerable merit, actually."

Back in the present—

"Strike!"

The skeletal fist hammered down like a meteor. Sol, cocky bastard that he was, tried to block it.

Big mistake.

The impact launched him across the field like a ragdoll, grass and dirt spraying in his wake.

"Crush!"

The fist dove straight down. Sol rolled aside just as it cratered the ground where he'd been—then another skeletal arm materialized from nowhere.

"Swing left!"

The arm swept horizontal across the field. Sol jumped high—

"Swing right!"

The second arm caught him mid-air. He blocked desperately, using the impact to push himself clear, but left himself completely exposed.

"Crush with both!"

Twin skeletal hammers plummeted toward him like judgment from above. No escape. No time.

Then something impossible happened.

The skeletal hands disintegrated—simply turned to colorful dust that scattered on the wind like sand. Only the forearms remained, looking like amputated limbs frozen in mid-swing.

Everyone stared.

Silver lightning now arced across Sol's body—but wrong somehow. Each bolt seemed to ripple with thousands of microscopic explosions crawling along its surface.

"Is that his evolved ability?" Red's voice carried genuine surprise.

"No time to gawk!" Angelo's mind raced. "Shift what's left and attack!"

The remaining forearms melted back into raw energy, merged together, reformed into a smaller skeletal arm. They launched it—

Sol's silver fire engulfed it instantly. The forged construct crumbled into sand just like before.

"Impressed yet?" Sol's grin was audible as he punched the air, sending a silver lightning bolt toward them.

Red jerked sideways—but the bolt hit the ground beside them instead.

The impact site began glowing white.

Blue's eyes widened at what he saw. Angelo and Red caught the reaction through their shared vision and through Angelo's jacket—

They threw themselves away just as the ground erupted like a landmine.

Sol kept up the assault—punching air, hurling firebolts and lightning, turning the battlefield into an explosive minefield. Angelo and Red danced between detonations, barely staying ahead of each blast.

"Well?" Sol paused, calling toward Blue. "Figured it out yet?"

Near the ship, Neiva watched Blue stroke his chin with scholarly intensity. "Yes... I believe I've discerned the mechanism." Even Angelo and Red froze mid-dodge to hear this. "The ground detonates upon contact, those miniature explosions along the lightning bolts—it appears that anything touching his evolved darkness undergoes immediate detonation. Similar to matter meeting antimatter, converting mass directly into explosive energy release."

"Antimatter...?" Neiva's tone suggested she'd already lost interest.

"However, Solomon's attacks are energy-based, not true antimatter." Blue's mind worked through the logic chain. "Perhaps a lesser manifestation—molecular bond disruption causing..." His eyes lit up like he'd solved a grand puzzle. "Of course! Bond breakage would release substantial energy, creating the appearance of matter spontaneously detonating!"

Sol laughed. "Then explain why forged energy turned to sand on contact."

Blue fell silent, wheels turning. "I shall require additional observation time for that particular anomaly."

"You do that, professor."

"Who gives a shit!" Red turned to Angelo. "He's barely scratched us! Let's rush him and end this!"

Angelo studied Red's body carefully. "We haven't taken direct hits, sure. But those shockwaves did work on you."

Red examined himself through Angelo's perspective. Crimson cracks glowed along his arms and torso like fault lines in volcanic rock. "Ah, shit."

"Time to use our aerial advantage." Angelo's wings materialize.

"Ugh, fine..." Red's glider and booster appeared with obvious reluctance.

They launched skyward.

Sol nodded like he'd expected this. "Yeah, figured." Silver projectiles streaked upward—lightning, fire, energy blasts.

Angelo and Red weaved between them effortlessly, distant targets that might as well have been flies.

Both extended their arms in perfect synchronization. "Sub-Trinergy..."

"Oh, wonderful—they're doing another giant beam." Sol coiled his muscles, thinking fast. "But from that distance? No way it connects." His eyes narrowed. "So how do I hit them back? Is this just a stalemate now?"

"...ZONE!"

Sol's head snapped up at the unfamiliar technique name. Orange and crimson energy particles condensed into thick smoke that rained down like a storm, swallowing him whole in seconds.

Sol lowered his hands from his face, peering through the dissipating cloud. "Now what?"

The suspended energy particles suddenly merged—forming a forged Sub-Trinergy gauntlet that hammered into the back of his skull.

His head snapped forward. Pain flared. But Sol recovered fast, spinning and punching the construct with evolved darkness. It crumbled to dust.

More constructs materialized around him—fists, blades, tethers. Same result. Dust.

"Ha! This all you got?!"

Crimson letters carved themselves from forged energy in the air above him: "Not even close"

Sol's eye twitched. He looked up—

"Sub-Trinergy DEATH TRAP!"

The zone erupted with weapons. Tethers whipped from every angle, gauntlets struck like battering rams, knives flickered through the haze, spiked balls swung like medieval flails.

Sol became a blur—blocking, dodging, countering. Hits slipped through. His shoulder. His ribs. His jaw.

"Ooooaahhhhh!" Silver fire exploded outward in a perfect sphere, atomizing every construct it touched.

While maintaining the flames, Sol swept his gaze across the suspended particles still hanging in the air. "Doesn't do shit to the stuff just floating there. Figures."

Above, Angelo and Red exchanged glances. "No choice. We're going for the big one."

Their palms converged over a single point. A blood-orange sphere began forming between them, pulsing with barely-contained destruction.

On the ground, Neiva turned to Blue. "Nothing's happening right now. Want to spar while we wait?"

"Not now." Blue didn't even look at her, eyes locked on the battlefield. "I'm still attempting to comprehend the underlying mechanics of his ability."

"Right..." Neiva buried her face against her knees, voice small. "Of course."

Sol launched a few probing attacks skyward—lightning bolts, fire blasts—but the airborne duo adjusted position just enough to stay clear.

"Tch." Sol's jaw clenched. "Wish I could cheat with remote manipulation too..." Bitterness bled through his tone. "What am I supposed to do—just stand here like a target dummy while they charge up their finishing move?" He glanced at his hands. "Could charge my own attack, but they've got superior positioning..."

"Do I just... lose?"

His father's face flashed through his mind. "No! Hell no—Dad didn't raise a loser!" Sol's fists tightened. "I just need to reach them. Could try launching myself, but I doubt the height would be enough..." Fear crept in as the impossible idea formed. "Can I fly?"

He shook his head violently. "Wrong question. Not 'can I'—how do I fly?"

His mind raced, then locked onto Blue's flying convention—those gauntlets and boots propelling him through controlled bursts. "But there's more to it than just releasing energy from your hands and feet, right?"

Sol tried it with normal darkness. Energy erupted from his palms and soles—

He rocketed upward with zero control, tumbling through the air.

"No—that's not it! Those shapes Blue made were designed for thrust, for control..." Sol's feet hit ground again, his evolved darkness crackling. "I could use my evolved ability, but I'd need something to detonate first..."

His eyes widened.

"The air."

Above, Angelo and Red's attack was nearly finished, energy roiling like a caged sun.

"I'm telling you, we should make it into a fist!" Red's voice carried frustrated intensity.

"And risk your body getting shattered? What am I supposed to do if he breaks you—fight him solo?" Angelo shot back. "We should go for a burst or maybe another bomb."

"I can just use my goddamn puppet, you idiot! I don't have to expose myself!" Red snarled.

Angelo blinked. "Oh. Right." Embarrassment tinged his thoughts. "Then yes, I guess we could go for—"

Sol erupted through the blood-orange smoke like a missile, moving too fast for reaction. His hand sliced between their palms, cutting the sphere clean in half—

The explosion swallowed everything.

Both duplicates dove away, but the blast caught them anyway. Red lost both arms, his entire body spider-webbed with crimson fractures threatening to shatter him completely. Angelo bled from his nose and ears, ribs screaming.

They immediately scattered as Sol pursued, his flight pattern looking absolutely ridiculous—detonating air with each motion to leap through the sky like some kind of silver bullet fired by a drunk marksman.

Sol knew he looked stupid. Knew he had zero control over his trajectory. But each explosive leap brought him close enough to strike, close enough to force them into constant evasion.

The strange thing was—none of them looked angry. All three wore the same feral grin as adrenaline turned the sky into a fireworks display of orange, crimson, and silver.

"Can't charge a Sub-Trinergy attack like this!" Red's mental voice carried urgency. "He won't let up and I'm about to fall apart!"

"Hold on!" Angelo's mind worked frantically. "Who says we need to charge simultaneously? Listen—"

Angelo grabbed Red's fragmenting body, wings beating hard as he put distance between them and Sol.

"What are you scheming?" Sol called after them, but their coordinated flight outpaced his chaotic leaping.

On the ground, Neiva looked up miserably. "Even Sol can fly now... This is so unfair..."

Blue didn't notice. His entire focus remained locked on the phenomenon unfolding above, equations practically visible behind his eyes.

Red finished charging his energy first, transforming it into forged armor that encased what remained of his body. They switched—Red taking over flight duty while Angelo began charging his energy.

Sol landed, reading the pattern immediately. "Ah, I see your game. Clever." His breathing came heavy now, silver fire and lightning building around his raised fist. The intensity grew—more volatile, more explosive. "This is always how you like to end things, huh? Should really consider going pro. Crowds would eat this up." His voice dropped. "But you're forcing my hand here."

Red noticed Sol had stopped pursuing. He hovered in place—then his body simply collapsed, forcing Angelo to fly solo.

"Fuck!" Red's mental curse was automatic.

"Shit, shit, shit! We lost!" Angelo's wings faltered. "Fuck!"

"Wait, wait!" Red's voice cut through the panic. "I can still drain from your connection! We can still make this work!"

"If we cut my power even more... Odds are really against us..." Angelo's jaw set. "But screw it! Let's do this!"

The energy particles they'd charged condensed into swirling clouds. Angelo raised his fist—the energies merged, forming a massive blood-orange Sub-Trinergy gauntlet that dwarfed his arm. His wings straightened, angle adjusting toward Sol.

Sol's silver darkness reached critical mass.

"GOOOOOO!" Red roared from within.

"OOooooohh!" Angelo dove like a meteor, leaving a burning trail across the sky.

"HERE I COME, ANGELOOOOO!" Sol launched himself upward, silver comet screaming toward collision.

"SUB-TRINERGETIC FIIIISSSSTTTT!"

"AH, FUCK IT! SILVER COMEETTTT!"

Their attacks met.

The explosion turned the world white. The shockwave rolled across the clearing like a physical wall—even Blue staggered. Neiva threw her arms over her face, squinting through the blinding light as the mountain itself seemed to shake.

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