Systemism

Myul and his crew (13)

Grace: "The Three Stooges?"

Grace: 161 cm, 50 kg
[UR+ / UR+ / A (Awakened) / S+ / UR]

<Kwang Sun's potential is rising!>

<Attack Card>
<Grace Exclusive>
 <Kali/Arnis>
 <The user gains the ability to use Kali/Arnis, a traditional Filipino martial art that emphasizes weapon-based combat. If the user is faster than the opponent, the opponent suffers critical damage!>

Grace shrugged off her brown jacket, revealing the batons she had concealed.

Grace: "Alright, let's get thi—wait, why are you guys covering each other's eyes?"

Kwang Sun: "We are not watching a woman undress."

Kwang Sun answered, keeping his eyes tightly shut.

Grace: "Weir—"

Kai: "If you think that makes a difference, it does. It proves you're immature."

Kai peeked with one eye, momentarily captivated by the sight of her. The contrast between her pale skin and toned arms against the black turtleneck, her athletic yet feminine figure accentuated by the tight fabric. Her brown skirt, knee-high socks, and sleek shoes added to her deadly appeal.

Grace's grip tightened on the batons.

Grace: "You're going down."

Ji-Woong: "Yro'ue."

[Grace] vs [Kai Jin Ma] + [Kwang Sun] + [Bae Ji-Woong]

In one devastating flurry of strikes, Grace brought all three of them to their knees. Her batons twirled in her hands with deadly precision, the fluidity of her movements showcasing the elegance and lethality of Kali Arnis. She moved like a dancer, her steps light and calculated, but each strike was devastating—delivered with the speed and accuracy of a master.

Her first blow was a quick snap to Kwang Sun's wrist, disarming him before he could react, followed by a sharp strike to the temple that sent him staggering. She flowed seamlessly into her next move, turning on her heel to deliver a brutal baton strike to Ji-Woong's ribs, the crack of bone unmistakable as he gasped for air, collapsing under the force.

Kai, seeing his comrades fall, charged at her, but Grace was quicker. She sidestepped with ease, her batons flashing as she delivered two rapid strikes to his legs, buckling him to the ground. In one swift motion, she finished with a crushing blow to the back of his head, the sound of impact echoing across the battlefield.

Grace's movements were swift, efficient, and brutal. Each strike was measured, targeting vital points with a precision that left no room for retaliation. Within seconds, the trio was crumpling under her blows, their bodies hitting the dirt one after another.

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Evan and Seol Jin stood over Hyeonwoo's limp body, their breath ragged, blood dripping from their knuckles. With their target vanquished, the bond of mutual hatred shattered, and the only thing left between them was raw violence. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat—then the world exploded in blood and fury.