Kwon Tae-Seong walked towards a goblin, clenched his fist.
The goblins head deepened, nose broken.
"….so…that's the power of thirty percent on a monster?"
He tilted his head.
Next thirty five.
The goblin staggered back, shaking his head.
"Raaaagh." The goblin snarled while mid-air.
In a slow quite tone, "Shut up, thirty five percent."
"Aaghh."
The goblin's chest folded, right in the middle.
"So, still not dead."
The goblin reached for his mallet.
"How about….forty then?"
His fingers straighten, he tilted his head right, studying the goblin's next move, his veins ran along his muscles, down to his fingers.
"…. Output Allocation: Fifty percent, yes I think that'll do it?"
As if a predator stalking his prey, and knows the right time has come, the time to strike, the goblin finally moved, quick, agile.
Kwon Tae-Seong swayed right, he glared, his iris shimmered across the light.
He clenched his hand into a fist, the goblins head split open, nothing remained but his neck down.
"….So fifty's the limit."
"Hey, I've never seen the boss talk this much before."
"Yeah, you're right, and he's just talking to himself."
The slim boy and a girl muttered, while staring at Kwon Tae-Seong.
"….hey….why're you two just standing there, if this area is cleared up, then move to another."
The girl stuttered "O-Ok."
The slim boy gave a thumps up "Copy that."
The buff guy simply nodded.
Meanwhile close to them, a guy rampage on goblins alone, curved blade in hand, with black marks striding along the blade.
His heart pounded fast, with an edged grin on his face…he yelled..."I'm having the time of my life."
Meanwhile, eighty meters to the boy's left, Kwon Tae-seong stood face-to-face with a towering orc, no movement….just cold hearted glares.
A loud thud erupted.
Twin curved blades rested on his shoulders as he walked across the battlefield.
A grin stretched across his face.
He tilted his head…mouth slowly opening, lips pink, almost red, as if kissed by blood, his lips wide apart, "are you Kwon Tae-Seong?"
Kwon Tae-Seong's eyes rolled, landing on him, the boy, standing pass four feet, with a grin across his face, "oh, so it's you, of cours, only the guy who led his team to first place, could face an orc."
He bowed… "my name's Cha Ryu-Jin."
Just a single leap, dust, nothing next, no footsteps, and Cha Ryu-Jin was at Kwon Tae-Seong's front.
"A pleasure to meet you."
Kwon Tae-Seong took a leap back.
The orc swung, iron mallet met Cha Ryu-Jin's head.
He smashed the ground as if gravity despised him, the force was so great he ascended back into the air.
The orc bent down, eyes narrowing on his prey, wind burst fort, fist met blade at ragged speed, the clash sent gruesome sounds around that area, Cha Ryu-jin's left hand ached.
He bounced on the ground a couple of times gritting his teeth, he rolled, for a slight second he felt something snap, his band he used in packing his long black hair that fell nearly to his waist had just snapped, his hair poured down covering his face.
He pinned his blade onto the ground, the concrete cracked, trailing his blade, he stopped, close to the barrier, lighting sparked, towards his shoe, fading away.
The orc made it's march towards him, slow and confident, it watched Cha Ryu-jin bled from his mouth, his hair fell down across his face, some covering his eyes, he coughed, skin pale, not in a way that showed hunger, but in a way that exposed beauty, he got up, cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand, strangely, in his state of being injured, he smiled nevertheless, as if un phased by the orc, he brought a single hand forward, he extended his finger from his sword, his finger curled in and out, multiple times, landing back on his sword, "Come on," he said, finally his finger stopped, clenching his sword with a grin. "Don't tell me that's all you've got."
The orc charged at him roaring, teeth extended forward, spit burst from it's mouth.
It swung, Cha Ryu-Jin blocked, His arms trembled violently.
The soles of his shoes scraped across the ground as he was pushed backward.
A sharp pain shot through his shoulders, and for a moment, he thought his arms would give out entirely.
Yet somehow, he remained standing, knees bent down.
He deflected the orc's attack.
The orc's mallet hit the barrier, lighting coursed through the orc's mallet and soon made way to his body.
After lighting, then came smoke, smoke that gushed from the orc's body.
A swift kick followed after, the orc staggered back, Cha Ryu-jin's feet made contact with the ground, and in that split second, he moved, fast, precise, just one sprint, and he was there close to the orc, swords in hand, ready to cut, "Hey, this orc's mine."
A voice, then Cha Ryu-jin's head got pounded into the ground.
"So, you two are fighting over who's going to kill me now?" the orc's head tilted left, "you flatter me."
They both yelled, "He talked?"
The orc's hand coursed through the air, on a collision with Kwon Tae-Seong's face, like a veteran solider Kwon Tae-Seong grabbed Cha Ryu-jin's hair after the ground spat him back up, arm at Cha Ryu-jin's lower back, Kwon Tae-Seong held him like a punching bag for the orc.
The punch landed, sending Kwon Tae-Seong several meters away, Kwon Tae-Seong's legs scraped the ground.
The dust settled, Cha Ryu-jin's face bled, nose cracked, "Damn, my, face."
Kwon Tae-Seong dropped Cha Ryu-jin on the ground, he stepped over him, face to face with the orc again.
A cold stare, then blood suddenly came from their legs.
"Hey," a grin, wide, almost end to end of his face, "you two suddenly forgot about me?"
Cha Ryu-jin twirled his twin curved blades around his fingers before resting them on his shoulders.
"Come on," he said with his usual grin. "Don't tell me that's all you've got," his gaze lowered, almost as if trying to look down on him, "Kwon….Tae….seong?"
The orc took a step back, then two, as if leaving them to tear them selves apart.
The two walked closer to each other,
"Avert your gaze from me," Kwon Tae-Seong gripped Cha Ryu-jin's shoulder, "And lower your head."
The ground cracked, Cha Ryu-jin's legs went deep, just by few inches.
"And who're you to give me orders!"
He slapped Kwon Tae-Seong's hand from his shoulder, driving the hilt of his sword into Kwon Tae-Seong's stomach.
He twisted the hilt back and forth in Kwon Tae-Seong's stomach, with a grin, "why won't you budge?"
Kwon Tae-Seong gripped the hilt, he pulled back, they both struggled in power.
Cha Ryu-jin soon found himself on the losing end, Kwon Tae-Seong jolted the hilt, Cha Ryu-jin tumbled onto Kwon Tae-Seong's knee.
His abdomen merged with the knee with a sick curve, "Puaaah!"
He staggered back, clenching his stomach, spit dripped from his mouth.
His grin spread wider, "Alright," his body suddenly went down, "Nearing maximum speed."