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Fighting For Freedom

For Jiyong, everything was a dance, everything was a performance. From the way he got dressed to the way he washed his face. Everything had to be made with perfect synchronization to achieve the higher goal. In battles he used the same tactic, smooth movements, a choreography that flowed through him like a dancer in a stage, his body moving swiftly as every turn he made. For him, the world was his stage. As the guys approached, guns and daggers in hand, he started to feel the tingling sensation on his veins, the way his heart beated, making the perfect sound for his upcoming dance.

He pointed the gun at the man in the center, the one with the grey suit. He never failed a target, he had the eyes of an eagle, he could easily spot a moving dog from 300 meters away, he was trained to sick and destroy, that was his duty. He held the gun tight on his right hand as the left one got busy with the movement of his fingers, the way he usually did, rubbing his index finger with the middle finger, feeling a heat emanating from it, he knew his dance was about to start.

"Let's dance," He said, feeling his veins popping within his flesh as the words sank deep within him. The moment he said it, Chaerin ran towards one of the guys with black suit, he looked at her, just a second before concentrating on his main target. She moved fast, swift, as a feline seizing its prey. Her injured body made no flaws to her gracious movements. She reached the guy she had seized and jumped, the dagger held tight on her right hand as her left hand balanced her from the jump. As she fell down, her hand made a gracious movement and the dagger cut deep through the man's throat. Gagging sounds made their way through his mouth, and as he fell down, a fistful of blood erupted from his mouth, and as he fell to the floor, hands on his throat, Chaerin watched him with a smirk on her face, as if she was rejoicing on his slow death.

One would have thought that she would have the mercy to give him a clean death, but no, she just smiled and turned to her next target, now cutting his chest, then burying the dagger through his ribs, piercing his heart. Jiyong watched with an amused expression as her movements took no longer than 5 seconds, she was fast. Jiyong looked at the man with the grey suit, he was moving fast, a katana on his left hand as he moved but hurt no one. He was simply trying to avoid getting hit, but was attacking no one. Jiyong took a step closer, and when he did, one man with black suit threw him a ninja star, he ducked and pointed at the man, but the guy had disappeared from his sight. Jiyong frowned, his left hand reaching his pants for a knife he always hid there.

Now, with gun on his right hand and the knife on his left, he turned around, and the guy rose up in front of him, kicking him hard on his stomach. He felt the air on his body left him, and his head felt dizzy, but none the less, he pointed the gun at the man and shoot, without really looking. He froze for a moment and looked up, and to his relieve, he had shot the man straight on his chest. He let out a sigh of relieve and straightened himself, looking around for Chaerin. When he spotted her, he felt his heart stop for a moment. Kikwang was grabbing her hair, the dagger had fallen from her hands and her arm was bleeding profusely.

"Everybody stop or you'll see her bleed to death right here." Kikwang said, the katana was long lost, but a small dagger was replacing its place on his hand, dangerously close to Chaerin's throat. Jiyong took a step forward but Kikwang pressed the dagger harder, cutting a bit on Chaerin's skin, but she didn't flinched at all. "Stop right there pretty boy, or you'll be watching a bleeding hottie in front of you." He said and Jiyong's jaw muscles clenched at his threat.

"Let her go." James said, his stance inpatient, his eyes daring, his hand still holding his knife, but he had already lowered it. Jiyong did the same, slowly lowering his weapons as he stared at Kikwang. As he looked around, he noticed that they had killed all the black-suited man, and only Kikwang was left.