Attacked Village
As things were getting rather frantic in the melee and swerved towards the side of the newly introduced would-be heroes, the mohawked raiders' dim brains found that
yes, they were the ones being routed and getting the literal stuffing beaten out of them in some cases. Instead of retreating though, the idiots simply grew angrier and continued to try to mob everyone with muscles and violence- something that only served to send them through the metaphorical meat grinder as the majority of their numbers became either taken down or outright killed. Ranma found himself a bit uneasy that there was so much death going on, but swallowed his distaste and focused on the fight. He simply broke bones and gave concussions, unable to truly step into the threshold of actually taking lives for the moment.
That was a large bellow emanated out from what looked like the granary, like a bull was roaring through a megaphone. The sturdy wooden doors were smashed outwards with such force that they even smashed their way through two mooks and a couple of trees, propelled by a booted foot that seemed to be two sizes up from the size a regular man could achieve naturally. Stepping out from the depths of the grain stores was
professional wrestler Hulk Hogan a giant blond man with dark skin and a rather eye catching mullet and mustache chops combo along with a cross-like tattoo emblazoned upon his dark skinned forehead. The guy was also inordinately big and broad, looking more buff than the bull he sounded like. "I step out for just a few moments and you pieces of trash are getting your keisters kicked about by women and children!" Ranma goggled at the giant man for a moment, finding him alarming in several ways as the giant guy was performing theatrical movements like waving his arms to a silent audience and flexing his pecs all the while upbraiding his by this point rather out of it subordinates.
"Alright, so you all messed with the rest. But now can ya handle the best?!" Ripping off his shirt simply by flexing, the literal giant then beckoned them forward while looming ominously in the background.
"I fear no man, no beast or evil, brother! Well let me tell you, brother!" His theatrics got even more offputting as an aura of palpable power emanated from him, showing that he wasn't tooting his own horn.
"Watcha gonna do when Baskamania gets ya?!" Thus roaring this out, the dark giant threw himself off the ground and somehow spun in such a way that he was like a bullet tearing through space with the keen sound of the very air itself being sliced. Hurried jumping out of the man's range, Ranma saw the guy actually tunneling through the thick trunks of the surrounding woods finally stopping, the man's arm outstretched and supporting him off the ground in a 45 degree angle. The trees he passed through seemed to have a hole bored through them like they were drilled with excavation equipment, and fine sawdust could be seen drifting through his giant hand as the now named Bask stood up with a manic gleam in his eyes.
"So this is the power of Gourmet Cells... My martial arts, they've reached a new level... I just have to eat and eat and I'll grow stronger..." Grunting with desire, Bask hulked out and took a running start towards the Players, this time dragging the very tree he had bored into like it was a baseball bat and swinging it at them with such fervor that the very air pressure blew all leaves in the surrounding ten meters away in a minor dust storm, the raider's muscles bulging like squirming snakes from the exertion.