R3 stabbed through back and neck + tackled

One down. Now all he had to do was find Kazoo...

...is what he thought, before he felt the sharp pains in his back and neck. Stabbing, searing pain, and a feeling of fullness and restraint inside him. Hale had a vague idea of what the Man had done to him, but he couldn't look down to see whether the Man had actually stabbed through his back and out the other side. This was because the Man had also stabbed through his neck and out the other side.

Hey, at least he'd gotten him to use both swords.

Saxton wrenched himself away, pulling the swords out of the Man's grip without pulling them out of his own body and rolling over until he hit the back wall upside-down. He walked towards Hale, taking deliberate strides across the floor (or the ceiling, to Hale), and watched as he reached up to pull aside his eyepatch. What was underneath was not simply a missing eye socket, but one filled by a completely inhuman organ, dull white like a cueball and engraved with a blood red insignia.

"I'll admit, I underestimated you," the Man said, a smile pushing up the corners of his bushy 'stache. "Destroying my sense of balance before pushing me into an impossible test of agility? Against any other opponent, that might have worked. But I don't rely on my inner ear for directions, you see. That's why I have this." His pseudo-eye rolled around, lazily, as Hale struggled to his feet. And a strange, purple glow started to form around him.

"Forgive me, it completely slipped my mind to introduce myself," said the Man. "I am King Bradley, formerly of the Australian Defense Force. I am the first Neo Gigas prototype, a genetic fusion experiment. An attempt to infuse an ordinary man..."

His face flushed, and his whole body followed suit. It was like a rapidly-spreading bruise. The beige of his skin discolored violently, and violetly, turning him entirely a plum-like and brilliant shade of purple as horns burst from his forehead.

"...with the Mishima Devil Gene."

And so Bradley tackled Saxton Hale straight through the wall.

[...]

"I don't think I've shown you this sword before, have I?" He gave it a few swings, hissing as it touched the air. "I don't have my Cosmic Switch with me, so this is the most powerful weapon I've got. If you want me to come at you with everything I've got, then I--"

The ground shook. Fourze stumbled, but caught himself.

"If you want me to come at you with everything I've got, then--"

A humanoid projectile blew through the floor and rebounded off the ceiling, falling spreadeagled back to the ground with a painful slap. Was that really him? He was all cut up and bloody! Who could've done that to, to...

"Hale?!" Fourze yelped.

He lifted his head up. "Crikey, what a coincidence this all is. Hey, if you're not too busy, there's this ugly blighter coming up here in a few seconds--"

Now, considering that Hale had just been launched up into the laboratory with explosive force, it stood to reason that something had been the launcher. From the hole underneath them, out crawled a violet-skinned demon, horned and bat-winged, each hand clutching a meter-long sabre. And above his tube-laden torso and his wicked smile... was that a mustache?

"Huh?" Franky looked at the demon, then Hale, then Fourze, and the demon again, and... "Huh? Huh? Is that Hale?!"

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, grotesquely proportioned man, are you going to pitch in and fight this thing with us or not?"

Franky gawked at him. "Wha--I--I'm not gonna follow your orders just because you're barking 'em at me, shrimp!"

"Who are you calling a shrimp, shrimp?!"

"I'm calling you a shrimp, jabroni!"

"That does it! You wanna go, or what?!"

The two of them flailed towards each other, punches and headbutts hammering each other's steel-hard bodies. Fourze, on the other hand, was stuck with the dual-wielding devil. Well, alright, Fourze had a sword, and the demon had a sword, so let's have a test of swordplay. Fourze had one immediate, apparent advantage: he could hit the devil without ever touching him.