The air crackled with an ominous energy as the voodoo mask warriors took their formation, their painted visages fixed in grim resolve.
Behind them, a line of archers nocked arrows, their bows drawn taut.
Then, a figure emerged from the shadows – the Silver Mask.
His voice, deep and resonant, cut through the tension. "Who dares attack my village?"
The other masks parted, creating a path for their leader.
As the Silver Mask advanced, sinuous tentacles erupted from his back, lashing out like whips.
They shot forward, coiling and striking towards the red-eyed guy.
"Oho, what's do we have here? Mr. Octopus?" the red-eyed guy taunted, a smirk playing on his lips.
With astonishing reflexes, he snatched two of the tentacles, one in each hand, and clenched them tightly.
But before he could react, a third tentacle snaked out, slamming into his stomach.
The man grunted, executing a swift backflip to regain his balance.
In a blur of motion, he charged, an inhuman speed propelling him towards the Silver Mask.
However, the warriors were ready. A wall of spears and swords met his advance, forcing him to back off.
Just as he created some distance, the archers released their volley. He weaved and dodged, a phantom amidst the arrows.
But this was a coordinated attack. From beneath the ground, four more tentacles burst forth, coiling around his limbs and holding him in place.
The Silver Mask strode closer, a predatory glint in his eyes. "It's just a little rat trying t-"
He didn't get to finish. With a surge of raw power, the red-eyed guy tore free from the tentacles.
He launched himself forward, delivering a bone-jarring headbutt to the Silver Mask.
Before the masked leader could recover, the red-eyed guy's hand glowed with an aura.
He manifested an aura fist, slamming it into the Silver Mask's gut, then followed with a powerful uppercut.
Without missing a beat, he spun into a devastating roundhouse kick to the side, culminating in a final, crushing axe kick.