Reunion of Souls.
I do not own Tekken or any of the characters mentioned in this story. Please do not sue me.
Somewhere in a desolate car garage, a sharp roundhouse kick could be heard thudding on a muscular forearm. That forearm then turned into a sharp body hook aimed for the fiery fighter's midsection. A flash of red was seen as the first fighter stepped just out of range allowing the strong hand to snap past his midsection unharmed. The hooded warrior continued his assault with a low roundhouse; however, it was interrupted by a front kick flashing up to hit the sender's midsection. The stoic fighter parried the foot away following up with a powerful uppercut. This was barely blocked by the fiery fighter.
In the pause created by the fierce strike, Hwoarang flashed his rival a competitive smile. Jin Kazama returned this gesture by narrowing of his eyes and a taking a slow breath. The two fighters knew each other well from their past two battles. Jin subconsciously assessed his opponent. In a simple statement, Taekwondo at its best. Passionate beyond reason, Hwoarang's every move was fierce and precise. The young red head sported an arsenal of moves that could be both viscous and deceptive by nature. Every move had several follow up moves that Hwoarang deftly used to keep his opponents on their toes. 'Or knock them of those said toes', Jin silently thought. Hwoarang was also taking part in this mental assessment. Jin Kazama was the fatal lightning regardless of his fighting style. The old Jin had more range he mentally gauged. He was also a lot more predictable. The new fighting style that Jin studied consisted mostly of short, crisp strikes utilizing the natural strength of Jin's body and the sharpness of his mind. During the fight, Hwoarang had a large deal of success keeping Jin on the outside by using his reach. However, Jin still held many of his defensive skills allowing him to stand toe to toe with the young Korean. The two warriors were equal to each other, just as they had been in their two previous encounters. They both knew that the deciding factor for victory in this battle would be who wanted it more.
Jin ducked into a low sweep, continuing to try to beat the Korean's leg into submission. Hwoarang leapt up, allowing Jin's sweep to go unanswered beneath him, and turned into a sharp jump backpivot kick. The heel of his foot connected with Jin's midsection. Hwoarang pushed to follow up with a snap sidekick that Jin blocked with his forearm. Jin did not see the second mid wheel kick. Once again, Jin felt a sharp pain coursing through his abdomen. The Korean fighter knew exactly how to strike with his feet to cause the most pain possible. 'He lives up to his self proclaimed title of blood talon' Jin thinks before returning fire with a quick rush of punches catching Hwoarang before he had regained his stance. Hwoarang felt a sharp pain on his jaw. He mentally checked his injury in a second knowing that it was not broken….. yet. Hwoarang sidestepped the last of Jin's punches and struck with a low crescent kick. The kick connects and Hwoarang continues the assault with a higher reverse crescent. Jin blocks this turning into a mid backkick. The kick connects pushing back the red head.
They have been battling for about an hour the Korean judged. Even these two fighters could not keep up this brutal pace for much longer. It is time to end this Hwoarang thought. He lifted his front leg into a high snap sidekick. This kick was blocked but Hwoarang did not stop. He shot two mid snap kicks at his hooded rival. Jin had seen this powerful combo used by the red head before and predicted the fourth high snap kick. He tucked himself down to allow the kick to pass over him while he preformed a devastating rising attack. The fourth kick never came though. Hwoarang folded his front leg tight to his body before setting it down to rotate into a rising backpivot that caught the crouching Jin square underneath his jaw. The power of the Korean's leg knocked Jin back a few feet before his tired body landed with a hollow thud upon the ground.
Jin could feel all the breath knocked out of him alongside the other battle injuries. He tried to breathe, however the placement of a powerful foot on his chest stopped him. He looked up to see the Hwoarang standing above him. He expected to see a cocky smile on the Korean's face. However, the stoic face he saw scared him slightly. Hwoarang took a few slow breaths to get his air back.
"We can continue this if you want, or you can admit defeat." Hwoarang stated.
Jin still had to deal with his father and grandfather before leaving this tournament. It was obvious to him that he could not win against his red headed rival at the current time.
"I give," Jin breathed.
Much to Jin's surprise, a gloved hand came down to take his own. Hwoarang hauled the muscular young man to his feet. Jin looked at Hwoarang questioningly. Hwoarang knew that Jin was a man of few words and read the question that Jin had in his eyes.
Hwoarang started to answer the question, However he was interrupted by someone saying freeze and the sound of numerous guns being aimed at him.
"Shit!" Hwoarang hissed.