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THE ALLEY WAS DIMLY LIT, the only illumination coming from a flickering streetlamp nearby and the faint glow of the city behind them. The two teens stood back-to-back, their breaths sharp and shallow, as the three men closed in around them. The leader, a man with long, greasy hair tied back in a loose ponytail, cracked his knuckles with an ominous smirk.
"Wrong place, wrong time, wrong dojo..." he sneered, his voice low and gravelly.
Kwon stepped forward, his broad shoulders squaring, shielding y/n instinctively. "If you know what's good for you, you'll walk away," he growled, his voice like ice.
The man laughed, the sound dark and guttural. "Or what? You'll fight us? Three against... one and a half? Pathetic."
"Try me," y/n snapped, her radiant y/e/c eyes going cold.
But before the leader could respond, one of the goons lunged at her. She reacted on pure instinct, her body twisting as she sidestepped him, her knee driving hard into his ribs. The man let out a choked gasp, staggering back, but before she could follow up, another attacker swung at her.
Y/n ducked, the wild swing of the man's fist grazing the top of her head. She retaliated quickly, her elbow snapping upward to catch him under the chin. His head snapped back with a sickening crack, but the leader was already moving, pulling a crowbar from his jacket with a wicked grin.
Kwon saw the flash of metal and his blood ran cold. He surged forward, his fist connecting with the jaw of the man the y/h/c-haired girl had just hit. The attacker crumpled to the ground, groaning, but the leader wasn't deterred. He swung the crowbar in a wide arc, forcing Kwon to duck.
The sound of metal whistling through the air was terrifying.
Kwon came up from his crouch with a brutal snap kick, his foot colliding with the leader's jaw. The man staggered, spitting blood, but didn't drop the crowbar. Instead, he swung it again, this time aiming for the girl who was already engaged in a one-on-one.
"Y/N, MOVE!" Kwon shouted, his voice sharp and desperate.
But she didn't hear him in time. The crowbar connected with her cheek in a glancing blow, the force enough to send her sprawling to the ground. She cried out, her hand flying to her face as pain exploded across her cheekbone.
Kwon froze for half a second—a half second too long.
The sight of the girl on the ground, blood dripping from a thin gash on her face, did something to him. It was like a switch flipped, his mind going blank with a singular, all-consuming rage.
