Saddler didn't stop.
Another leg swung horizontally—faster this time. But Rian was already moving, flipping backward in a sharp backflip, his body twisting midair as he raised his revolver.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three bullets tore through the air, all aimed at the eye inside Saddler's mouth. The creature's roar exploded once more, distorted with insect-like screeches that sounded like a broken radio.
Rian landed lightly, knees bent, eyes still sharp and unshaken.
"Rian!" Ada's voice rang out from above.
Something was thrown his way. Without even turning, Rian caught it effortlessly with one hand—perfect precision.
A... chainsaw.
"Chainsaw?" Rian arched an eyebrow, still staring at the weapon. "The handsome man asked for a bazooka… and I get this?"
Ada, standing atop the crane, crossed her arms and gave a faint, knowing smile. "Well… it suits your title better, doesn't it? Chainsaw Prince."
Rian let out a short chuckle, a smirk tugging at his lips. With a swift pull of the starter cord.
GRRRRNNNHHH... VRRRMMM!!
The chainsaw roared to life, growling like a beast eager for blood.
The chainsaw roared to life with a wild, feral growl — like the scream of a beast freshly awakened from hell.
"Alright then," Rian muttered, resting the roaring chainsaw against his shoulder. "Let's carve up this oversized arthropod."
Saddler bellowed and swung one of his massive insectoid legs in a brutal horizontal arc — fast and heavy, like a steel whip meant to crush.
But Rian was no passive target. He darted forward, sliding under the swing before leaping to the side of the attacking leg.
With one precise motion, the chainsaw's serrated blade met the joint.
ZRRRRAAAAK–KRRRRKHHHHHHMMM!!
Flesh, blood, and yellow-green ichor exploded into the air.
The grinding scream of the saw mixed with Saddler's distorted roar, the sound shaking the entire platform like thunder from a dying god.
But Saddler wasn't finished. Even through the pain, one of his towering insect legs reared up high — its tip sharpened like a living spear — and lunged straight for Rian's back at lethal speed.
Yet the Six Eyes had already read every movement. In a split second, Rian tilted his body aside with effortless grace, the biological spear missing him by mere inches.
The attack narrowly missed its mark — the spear-like limb instead impaled Saddler's own body, making the monstrous creature roar in agony.
"Oops," Rian muttered casually. "You just stabbed yourself. And I haven't even started being serious yet."
Without wasting a second, he drew his revolver. His movements were swift, precise, almost mechanical.
BANG! BANG!
Each shot ripped through the air, striking the massive eye within Saddler's gaping mouth. With every impact came a spray of sickly green blood and a guttural scream that tore through the night like metal grinding against bone.
High above, Ada stood with her arms crossed, watching Rian battle the mutated abomination alone.
At her feet lay a bazooka, untouched. She had deliberately handed Rian the chainsaw instead of the heavy weapon he'd requested — partly out of curiosity, to see how far this "Chainsaw Prince" could really go.
Of course, Ada had no intention of letting Rian die. She still owed him — and Ada Wong was a woman who always paid her debts.
That was why the bazooka remained ready, her ace in the hole should the tide of battle truly turn against him.
"No matter how you look at it…" Ada murmured, her brow furrowing slightly, "…that kind of physical capability doesn't come from mere training."
She tilted her head with graceful curiosity. "For some reason, Rian reminds me of Wesker. Maybe… he's been injected with something similar."
At last, the brutal battle reached its climax.
With sheer force, Rian tore into Saddler's body, ripping through the creature's hardened, slimy tissue. Then, with unflinching precision, he shoved two grenades deep into the gaping wound.
***
Moments later, a twin explosion erupted inside Saddler's colossal frame.
Green blood and chunks of flesh sprayed through the air, shards of chitinous exoskeleton scattering across the steel platform.
Saddler staggered, his monstrous limbs faltering, his final roar echoing through the port like the death cry of something that should never have lived.
For the first time since the battle began, his regeneration failed to keep up with the devastation. His body started to collapse.
With a heavy motion, the monster slipped off the edge of the platform, plunging into the dark sea below. A massive splash followed as its colossal body vanished beneath the waves.
On the platform above, Rian stood unsteadily. His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly.
His head throbbed; a sharp ache pulsed behind his eyes — the aftermath of Six Eyes processing too much visual data at once.
The chainsaw in his hand was now nothing more than wreckage — the blade snapped, the engine broken. Rian let it drop onto the steel floor with a metallic clang that echoed through the night.
He immediately slid his dark sunglasses back over his eyes.
The tinted lenses dulled the flood of overwhelming sensory input, easing the strain and calming his mind.
"Good thing I've got that Sparkle title to boost my body," he muttered, exhaling slowly. "Otherwise, that fight alone would've been enough to knock this handsome guy out cold."
"Ugh… headache," Rian groaned softly, pressing his right hand against his temple.
He turned away, walking past the wreckage and blood, one hand pressed to the side of his head.
But suddenly—his Six Eyes caught movement that shouldn't exist.
His body reacted before his mind did. Fighting the dizziness, Rian sprinted forward with explosive speed, then leapt — soaring briefly through the air before landing on the adjacent wharf platform.
From behind, a distorted voice echoed, laced with the hiss and chitter of insects:
"WORTHLESS HUMAN!"
From the steel platform Rian had just abandoned, a dark tentacle burst forth — followed by a dozen more.
They tore through the structure like spears, shredding the metal until the entire section of the dock collapsed in a roar of twisting iron and crashing waves.
Rian exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair in a dramatic sweep.
"Aish… the life of a handsome man is always full of trouble," he sighed lightly, though the air around him was thick with tension.
Then his gaze sharpened, locking onto the chaos below. From the shattered wreckage and churning sea, Saddler emerged once again — further mutated, more grotesque than before.
Saddler's head had transformed into a grotesque, flower-like structure — with a massive, glowing yellow eye at its center — while his entire body morphed into a writhing mass of dark, pulsating tentacles.
"I SHALL ERASE YOU… INTRUDERS WHO DISRUPT THE BALANCE OF THE WORLD!" Saddler roared, his voice deep, distorted, and dripping with hatred.
"ARGHH! TARTAR SAUCE!" Rian shouted back, pointing dramatically at the creature.
"The handsome man is SICK of bugs! And now—tentacles?! What the hell kind of genre is my life turning into, huh?!"
He exhaled sharply. "And for the record—just because I'm fighting tentacles doesn't mean I'm into that kind of thing!"
"Don't get the wrong idea! I just want a facial, okay?! A PROPER SKIN TREATMENT, ASAP!"
Holding his temple, Rian muttered to himself, trying to calm his breathing. "Patience... patience… a handsome man must stay calm… for the sake of his flawless skin…"
Up on the higher platform, Ada watched him with a deadpan expression. She sighed quietly before murmuring,
"…I take it back. This narcissistic man is definitely nothing like Wesker."
Still, her gaze hardened as she noticed the truth — Rian's movements, though still sharp and quick, were beginning to lose their edge. His stamina was clearly wearing thin.
Quickly, Ada ducked down, grabbing the bazooka near her feet and shouting, "Rian! Use this!"
She threw the weapon toward him. The heavy bazooka clattered across the metal floor, rolling before stopping just three steps from where he stood.
Rian stared at it blankly. "Why not give me this earlier?" he muttered irritably.
But there was no time to complain. Still dodging Saddler's frenzied tentacle attacks, Rian dashed forward, snatching the bazooka up with one hand.
Once the weapon was in his grasp, he aimed it straight at the creature's core — the massive yellow eye pulsing like a grotesque heart.
With a confident grin, Rian declared, "Rejoice, you parasitic fanatic…"
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
The rocket shot through the air at blinding speed, cutting through smoke and debris before striking dead center — right in Saddler's eye-like core.
BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the metal platform. Blazing orange light engulfed Saddler's body, accompanied by a monstrous roar that echoed throughout the entire facility.
His form was hurled backward, tentacles flailing wildly before melting away like burning black sludge.
Smoke and chunks of charred flesh scattered through the air until finally, the enormous body collapsed into the wreckage and flames—completely still.
Rian lowered the bazooka, exhaling heavily. "…It's over," he muttered.
On the adjacent platform, Ada watched him closely, a faint smirk curling on her lips. "Nice shot, chainsaw prince," she said softly.
Before Rian could respond, warning sirens blared from every speaker in the facility.
[Self-destruct sequence activated. Please evacuate immediately.]
Rian let out a low groan. "…Of course. Classic."