Chapter four: Hwoarang
Hwoarang entered the tournament as quickly as he could, knowing for a fact that Jin would enter as well. He wanted to win at least ONE fight against his friend and rival, but Jin always seemed to get the better of him. After the tournament started, Hwoarang showed that he had indeed been practicing. He quickly climbed the ladder of fights, winning his first three against Miharu, Tiger and Roger respectively. Soon, Hwoarang came to his fourth fight.
(Fight 4: Hwoarang vs. Jack)
Hwoarang looked around the factory room he was in. Machines and computers were scattered around the room, and most of the machines were working, as steam was sprouting from the pipes. There was a couple windows on the walls, showing the outside. Hwoarang scratched his head. He had never fought in a factory before.
The red-haired man was brought out of his thoughts when he heard loud, hard footsteps coming from behind him. Hwoarang turned around to find himself staring at a large man slowly lumbering towards him. His glowing eyes gave him away.
Hwoarang raised an eyebrow. "Jack?"
Jack's eyes glowed brighter, as if scanning Hwoarang over. "Target identified as... Hwoarang." Jack said in an automatic tone. "Fighting status...Ready."
Hwoarang smirked as he put up his fists. "You ready, Jack?"
Jack stood still. "I am...Ready...Hwoarang." He said. "But I...Will not...Lose...Jane is...Counting on...Me."
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Something tells me you aren't going to make this easy for me."
(AFTER BATTLE)
Hwoarang thrust his fist out, nailing Jack across the chest. Jack fell back, landing on his behind. His red eyes dimmed as he remained motionless.
Hwoarang's eyes widened as he rushed over to Jack's side. "Did...Did I kill him?" He asked himself. He hoped he didn't, even though Jack was a machine. Hwoarang leaned over and stared Jack in the face.
Suddenly, Jack's eyes brightened, making Hwoarang back off. Jack quickly got to his feet, staring at Hwoarang. The redhead gulped and put up his fists again, thinking Jack would be furious at losing, but Jack suddenly turned his head to the right, staring at a window. Without so much as a word, Jack rushed over to the window and stared out of it. Hwoarang ran over to see what Jack was looking at. In the distance, he could see the Mishima Zaibatsu.
Confused, Hwoarang looked at Jack. "What is it, Jack?"
Not bothering to look at Hwoarang, Jack replied. "Mishima...Zaibatsu." He droned.
Slowly, Jack backed away. When he was far enough back, he stopped. Hwoarang watched as Jack charged towards the wall, droning "Destroy...Heihachi Mishima.".
Jack plowed past Hwoarang and ran into the wall, breaking through it with ease. Hwoarang stared out the hole in the wall, watching Jack charge off, towards the Mishima Zaibatsu, shouting "I'm coming...Jane!"
After his battle with Jack, Hwoarang continued through the tournament, defeating Bryan and Lei. After he beat Lei, Hwoarang smiled. The seventh battle awaited.
(Fight 7: Hwoarang vs. Bruce)
Hwoarang stood on a lone rooftop at night, waiting patiently for his opponent to arrive. The cold breeze blowing through chilled Hwoarang's bare arms, but he ignored it. He adjusted the goggles strapped to the top of his head as he stared off over the large city of lights below.
Hwoarang snapped to attention when he heard some light footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw a black man with a short Mohawk walking towards him. He was dressed in an open leather jacket and a pair of purple trunks. Hwoarang cocked an eyebrow, not recognizing the man.
"Who're you?" Hwoarang asked.
"The name's Bruce Irvin, Hwoarang." Bruce stated.
Hwoarang's eyes snapped open. "No way! Bruce Irvin died twenty years ago! And how do you know my name?!"
Bruce smirked. "That isn't important." He said. "The important thing is that we have a fight to do. I'll tell you what I know if you win."
Hwoarang narrowed his eyes. He didn't quite trust this guy. "Deal."
Hwoarang put up his fists as Bruce got into his stance. The match had started.
(AFTER BATTLE)
Exhausted from the battle, Bruce collapsed on one knee, gasping for breath. Hwoarang stood a few yards away, also breathing heavily. Truth be told, Hwoarang couldn't believe that someone like a kick-boxer had come so close to defeating him.
Hwoarang walked over to Bruce, bent over and looked at him. "Okay, buddy. What do you know?"
Bruce looked up at Hwoarang, breathing heavily. "Very well. I'm a friend of Jun Kazama. Like you said, I was killed twenty years ago. Recently however, Jun sent me back to protect Jin and Xiaoyu from the evil that's focusing on them."
Hwoarang didn't buy that story, but he decided to listen to more. "What's happened?"
"The reason Xiaoyu didn't enter the tournament this year is because Heihachi's kidnapped her to lure Jin into a trap." Bruce continued. "I entered the tournament to tell the others fighters about this. I've gotten through to Paul and Marshal, and I just need you to believe and lend us a hand."
Hwoarang scoffed. "Ha! I don't buy that story. I think you're just impersonating Bruce Irvin and really working for Heihachi!" However, inside, Hwoarang was kicking himself, thinking he should've said otherwise.
Bruce lowered his head. "Very well, Hwoarang. Have it your way." Slowly, Bruce got to his feet, turned around, and limped away.
(Fight 8: Hwoarang vs. Heihachi)
Hwoarang stood in the middle of a fighting ring surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, waiting for Heihachi Mishima to arrive.
{The old geezer.} Hwoarang thought. {Why is he still fighting? He should either be retired or dead by now.}
Suddenly, the screaming of the fans got even louder. Hwoarang looked up and saw an old man wearing the traditional black garb entering the arena.
Hwoarang shook his head as he saw Heihachi. Well, at least he wasn't wearing his outfit from the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4.
Heihachi smirked at his opponent. "I congratulate you on making it this far, Hwoarang." He said. "However, can you live long enough to defeat me?"
Hwoarang returned the smirk and put up his fists. "Sure can, gramps." He chuckled.
The old man growled as he too put up his fists. "Watch your tongue, boy."
(AFTER BATTLE)
The force from Hwoarang's last blow caused Heihachi to stagger back a few steps, clutching his stomach. When Heihachi regained his composure, he looked at Hwoarang. "Very good, Hwoarang." He said. "You're better than I thought."
"I've been practicing all year, half-dead." Hwoarang replied.
Heihachi growled as he stood straight. "I'd knock some sense into you if I had the time, boy." He said. He turned around and looked over his shoulder at Hwoarang. "But at the moment I'm waiting for Jin to come to the Zaibatsu. Someone who wants to see him is waiting there."
With that, Heihachi walked off, leaving Hwoarang behind. As soon as Heihachi had vanished from sight, the press swarmed Hwoarang. The press asked several questions at the same time, but Hwoarang wasn't paying any attention. He was simply staring off in the direction Heihachi had gone with wide eyes.
{I'm waiting for Jin to come to the Zaibatsu. Someone who wants to see him is waiting there.} Heihachi's words echoed through Hwoarang's mind.
{The reason Xiaoyu didn't enter the tournament this year is because Heihachi's kidnapped her to lure Jin into a trap.} Bruce's words echoed, instantly following Heihachi's.
Hwoarang was horrified. Bruce was right all along! "He...He was telling the truth." He whispered to himself, quiet enough so the press surrounding him wouldn't hear it.
Before anything else happened, Hwoarang pushed pass the press and charged off in the direction Heihachi had gone.
{I hope I'm not too late!} Hwoarang thought.
(Fight 9: Hwoarang vs. Ogre)
Hwoarang tore down the hallways of the Mishima Zaibatsu, taking out the occasional soldier. He hoped that he'd find Jin and Xiaoyu before Heihachi sprung his trap.
After several minutes of nonstop running, Hwoarang arrived at the end of a long hallway, at a closed door with a window. He peered inside, and was horrified at what he saw. Ogre, a creature Hwoarang had seen before, was standing in the middle of a large room, preparing to deliver a blow to Jin, who was standing in front of a cowering Xiaoyu. Bruce and Miharu were sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Heihachi was standing aside, laughing.
Realizing that Jin would need serious assistance, Hwoarang opened the door and charged into the room.
Just as Ogre raised its snake arm to strike Jin's face, Hwoarang leapt at Ogre, grabbed the snake arm and dropped to the floor, taking the snake arm away from Jin. After drawing Ogre's attention away from Jin and Xiaoyu, Hwoarang stood up and put up his fists. He looked at Jin, who was staring at him with a shocked glare.
"...Hwoarang..." Jin said in disbelief.
"We'll talk later!" Hwoarang replied. "You and Xiaoyu grab your friends and get the hack out of here!"
Although hesitant, Jin and Xiaoyu agreed, picking up Bruce and Miharu and running out the door. Hwoarang, the only 'good' fighter left in the room, looked at a furious Hehachi with a grin, knowing that he had just foiled the old guy's plan.
"You're in for it now, young fool!" Heihachi growled. He turned to Ogre. "Destroy him, my creation!" With that, Heihachi turned around and ran out of the room.
Hwoarang watched as Ogre approached him, growling. He smirked. "Heh. Ol' Ogre's back for round two, eh?" He clenched his fists. "This'll be a snap."
(AFTER BATTLE)
Hwoarang struck Ogre in the side with his foot, causing Ogre to fall on one knee, clutching its side with its only hand. As it did, the snake arm hissed wildly at Hwoarang, who folded his arms and smiled triumphantly.
Suddenly, a beam of light sprouted from Ogre's side. Its eyes widened as the light spread all over its body. Hwoarang's eyes snapped open, realizing what was going to happen.
{It's gonna blow up!} Hwoarang thought.
In a split second, Hwoarang turned around and started running out of the room, hoping that if there were any other fighters in the Zaibatsu, they had escaped.
Hwoarang tore through the Zaibatsu twice as fast as before, wanting to escape before Ogre blew up.
Soon, Hwoarang reached the front door. In a flash, Hwoarang was outside. Luckily, he was the last one out of the Zaibatsu, and as soon as Hwoarang escaped, the Zaibatsu went up in an enormous mushroom cloud.
(Final fight: Hwoarang vs. Jin)
Hwoarang stood in a park at night, standing beside a large fountain shaped like a giant squirrel. Not too far away, Jin stood with Xiaoyu beside him.
Hwoarang smirked at his rival. "You ready for the fight, Jin?" Hwoarang asked.
Jin sighed. "There's no reason to fight, Hwoarang." He stated.
The redhead merely narrowed his eyes. "Hey! I risked my neck back at the Zaibatsu for you two! The least you could do is repay me with a fight!"
Jin was silent. Once again, he sighed. "Very well, Hwoarang." He said, pulling his hood over his head.
"Be careful, Jin!" Xiaoyu said as Jin walked forwards.
After walking forward a few steps, Jin stopped and put his fists up. Hwoarang smirked as he did the same. There was no turning back now.
(ENDING)
Hwoarang and Jin charged at each other, each getting ready to deliver a punch. Both men thrust their fists at each other, but each used their other arms to defect the blows. Currently, the fight was too close to determine who was winning. Even Jin was sweating.
"You can't keep like this forever!" Hwoarang taunted.
Suddenly, Hwoarang's grin faded as he quickly turned to his left, his eyes narrowed. Jin raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" Jin asked.
Hwoarang was silent for a few seconds, then gave his answer. "Someone's here."
As if on cue, a spotlight turned on, shining on Jin and Hwoarang. Both men had to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness.
When Hwoarang finally got used to the light, he saw who was there. His former military superior with ten men, each carrying an automatic rifle. A spotlight was mounted on the commander's jeep, and was the one shining at the two rivals.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The commander said as his men started slowly walking towards the two fighters. "It's Hwoarang."
Hwoarang growled, seeing that the commander had just ruined his fight with Jin.
"You're coming with me this time, Hwoarang." The commander stated. "Face it. There's no way out this time."
Hwoarang grinned slyly as he turned to Jin. "Jin, you and Xiaoyu get out of here. I'll clean up here." He said quietly, so as not to alert the commander. "We'll call it a draw this time, but I'll be waiting at the next tournament."
Jin smirked and nodded. He turned around and ran out of the park, taking Xiaoyu with him.
Once they were gone, Hwoarang turned back to the commander. "So, you want me to come back with you, eh?" He asked, walking closer.
"Yes, Hwoarang. You're in deep trouble for sure." The commander replied. "Be thankful I'm not allowed to gun you down. Now get in the jeep!"
As soon as he was close enough, Hwoarang grinned. "I don't think so."
Suddenly, Hwoarang thrust out his fists, nailing two soldiers in the sides of their faces. As the two guards collapsed to the ground, Hwoarang broke out in a flurry of punches and kicks to all the soldiers, quickly cutting them down. Soon, all ten soldiers were unconscious, and the only one left was the commander.
Hwoarang climbed onto the jeep and walked over to where the commander was cowering in his seat. Hwoarang bent over to stare him in the face. "Well, how does it feel to be looked down upon, little man?" He asked.
"D-Don't hurt me!" The commander half-begged.
Hwoarang didn't comply with his wishes however, and thrust his fist into the commander's face, instantly knocking him out.
Hwoarang hopped off the jeep and kicked the gas tank, spilling all the jeep's gasoline on the road. Satisfied, Hwoarang shoved both hands into his pockets and walked off, down the road.
END of Hwoarang's story
Hwoarang entered the tournament as quickly as he could, knowing for a fact that Jin would enter as well. He wanted to win at least ONE fight against his friend and rival, but Jin always seemed to get the better of him. After the tournament started, Hwoarang showed that he had indeed been practicing. He quickly climbed the ladder of fights, winning his first three against Miharu, Tiger and Roger respectively. Soon, Hwoarang came to his fourth fight.
(Fight 4: Hwoarang vs. Jack)
Hwoarang looked around the factory room he was in. Machines and computers were scattered around the room, and most of the machines were working, as steam was sprouting from the pipes. There was a couple windows on the walls, showing the outside. Hwoarang scratched his head. He had never fought in a factory before.
The red-haired man was brought out of his thoughts when he heard loud, hard footsteps coming from behind him. Hwoarang turned around to find himself staring at a large man slowly lumbering towards him. His glowing eyes gave him away.
Hwoarang raised an eyebrow. "Jack?"
Jack's eyes glowed brighter, as if scanning Hwoarang over. "Target identified as... Hwoarang." Jack said in an automatic tone. "Fighting status...Ready."
Hwoarang smirked as he put up his fists. "You ready, Jack?"
Jack stood still. "I am...Ready...Hwoarang." He said. "But I...Will not...Lose...Jane is...Counting on...Me."
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Something tells me you aren't going to make this easy for me."
(AFTER BATTLE)
Hwoarang thrust his fist out, nailing Jack across the chest. Jack fell back, landing on his behind. His red eyes dimmed as he remained motionless.
Hwoarang's eyes widened as he rushed over to Jack's side. "Did...Did I kill him?" He asked himself. He hoped he didn't, even though Jack was a machine. Hwoarang leaned over and stared Jack in the face.
Suddenly, Jack's eyes brightened, making Hwoarang back off. Jack quickly got to his feet, staring at Hwoarang. The redhead gulped and put up his fists again, thinking Jack would be furious at losing, but Jack suddenly turned his head to the right, staring at a window. Without so much as a word, Jack rushed over to the window and stared out of it. Hwoarang ran over to see what Jack was looking at. In the distance, he could see the Mishima Zaibatsu.
Confused, Hwoarang looked at Jack. "What is it, Jack?"
Not bothering to look at Hwoarang, Jack replied. "Mishima...Zaibatsu." He droned.
Slowly, Jack backed away. When he was far enough back, he stopped. Hwoarang watched as Jack charged towards the wall, droning "Destroy...Heihachi Mishima.".
Jack plowed past Hwoarang and ran into the wall, breaking through it with ease. Hwoarang stared out the hole in the wall, watching Jack charge off, towards the Mishima Zaibatsu, shouting "I'm coming...Jane!"
After his battle with Jack, Hwoarang continued through the tournament, defeating Bryan and Lei. After he beat Lei, Hwoarang smiled. The seventh battle awaited.
(Fight 7: Hwoarang vs. Bruce)
Hwoarang stood on a lone rooftop at night, waiting patiently for his opponent to arrive. The cold breeze blowing through chilled Hwoarang's bare arms, but he ignored it. He adjusted the goggles strapped to the top of his head as he stared off over the large city of lights below.
Hwoarang snapped to attention when he heard some light footsteps coming from behind him. He turned around and saw a black man with a short Mohawk walking towards him. He was dressed in an open leather jacket and a pair of purple trunks. Hwoarang cocked an eyebrow, not recognizing the man.
"Who're you?" Hwoarang asked.
"The name's Bruce Irvin, Hwoarang." Bruce stated.
Hwoarang's eyes snapped open. "No way! Bruce Irvin died twenty years ago! And how do you know my name?!"
Bruce smirked. "That isn't important." He said. "The important thing is that we have a fight to do. I'll tell you what I know if you win."
Hwoarang narrowed his eyes. He didn't quite trust this guy. "Deal."
Hwoarang put up his fists as Bruce got into his stance. The match had started.
(AFTER BATTLE)
Exhausted from the battle, Bruce collapsed on one knee, gasping for breath. Hwoarang stood a few yards away, also breathing heavily. Truth be told, Hwoarang couldn't believe that someone like a kick-boxer had come so close to defeating him.
Hwoarang walked over to Bruce, bent over and looked at him. "Okay, buddy. What do you know?"
Bruce looked up at Hwoarang, breathing heavily. "Very well. I'm a friend of Jun Kazama. Like you said, I was killed twenty years ago. Recently however, Jun sent me back to protect Jin and Xiaoyu from the evil that's focusing on them."
Hwoarang didn't buy that story, but he decided to listen to more. "What's happened?"
"The reason Xiaoyu didn't enter the tournament this year is because Heihachi's kidnapped her to lure Jin into a trap." Bruce continued. "I entered the tournament to tell the others fighters about this. I've gotten through to Paul and Marshal, and I just need you to believe and lend us a hand."
Hwoarang scoffed. "Ha! I don't buy that story. I think you're just impersonating Bruce Irvin and really working for Heihachi!" However, inside, Hwoarang was kicking himself, thinking he should've said otherwise.
Bruce lowered his head. "Very well, Hwoarang. Have it your way." Slowly, Bruce got to his feet, turned around, and limped away.
(Fight 8: Hwoarang vs. Heihachi)
Hwoarang stood in the middle of a fighting ring surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, waiting for Heihachi Mishima to arrive.
{The old geezer.} Hwoarang thought. {Why is he still fighting? He should either be retired or dead by now.}
Suddenly, the screaming of the fans got even louder. Hwoarang looked up and saw an old man wearing the traditional black garb entering the arena.
Hwoarang shook his head as he saw Heihachi. Well, at least he wasn't wearing his outfit from the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4.
Heihachi smirked at his opponent. "I congratulate you on making it this far, Hwoarang." He said. "However, can you live long enough to defeat me?"
Hwoarang returned the smirk and put up his fists. "Sure can, gramps." He chuckled.
The old man growled as he too put up his fists. "Watch your tongue, boy."
(AFTER BATTLE)
The force from Hwoarang's last blow caused Heihachi to stagger back a few steps, clutching his stomach. When Heihachi regained his composure, he looked at Hwoarang. "Very good, Hwoarang." He said. "You're better than I thought."
"I've been practicing all year, half-dead." Hwoarang replied.
Heihachi growled as he stood straight. "I'd knock some sense into you if I had the time, boy." He said. He turned around and looked over his shoulder at Hwoarang. "But at the moment I'm waiting for Jin to come to the Zaibatsu. Someone who wants to see him is waiting there."
With that, Heihachi walked off, leaving Hwoarang behind. As soon as Heihachi had vanished from sight, the press swarmed Hwoarang. The press asked several questions at the same time, but Hwoarang wasn't paying any attention. He was simply staring off in the direction Heihachi had gone with wide eyes.
{I'm waiting for Jin to come to the Zaibatsu. Someone who wants to see him is waiting there.} Heihachi's words echoed through Hwoarang's mind.
{The reason Xiaoyu didn't enter the tournament this year is because Heihachi's kidnapped her to lure Jin into a trap.} Bruce's words echoed, instantly following Heihachi's.
Hwoarang was horrified. Bruce was right all along! "He...He was telling the truth." He whispered to himself, quiet enough so the press surrounding him wouldn't hear it.
Before anything else happened, Hwoarang pushed pass the press and charged off in the direction Heihachi had gone.
{I hope I'm not too late!} Hwoarang thought.
(Fight 9: Hwoarang vs. Ogre)
Hwoarang tore down the hallways of the Mishima Zaibatsu, taking out the occasional soldier. He hoped that he'd find Jin and Xiaoyu before Heihachi sprung his trap.
After several minutes of nonstop running, Hwoarang arrived at the end of a long hallway, at a closed door with a window. He peered inside, and was horrified at what he saw. Ogre, a creature Hwoarang had seen before, was standing in the middle of a large room, preparing to deliver a blow to Jin, who was standing in front of a cowering Xiaoyu. Bruce and Miharu were sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Heihachi was standing aside, laughing.
Realizing that Jin would need serious assistance, Hwoarang opened the door and charged into the room.
Just as Ogre raised its snake arm to strike Jin's face, Hwoarang leapt at Ogre, grabbed the snake arm and dropped to the floor, taking the snake arm away from Jin. After drawing Ogre's attention away from Jin and Xiaoyu, Hwoarang stood up and put up his fists. He looked at Jin, who was staring at him with a shocked glare.
"...Hwoarang..." Jin said in disbelief.
"We'll talk later!" Hwoarang replied. "You and Xiaoyu grab your friends and get the hack out of here!"
Although hesitant, Jin and Xiaoyu agreed, picking up Bruce and Miharu and running out the door. Hwoarang, the only 'good' fighter left in the room, looked at a furious Hehachi with a grin, knowing that he had just foiled the old guy's plan.
"You're in for it now, young fool!" Heihachi growled. He turned to Ogre. "Destroy him, my creation!" With that, Heihachi turned around and ran out of the room.
Hwoarang watched as Ogre approached him, growling. He smirked. "Heh. Ol' Ogre's back for round two, eh?" He clenched his fists. "This'll be a snap."
(AFTER BATTLE)
Hwoarang struck Ogre in the side with his foot, causing Ogre to fall on one knee, clutching its side with its only hand. As it did, the snake arm hissed wildly at Hwoarang, who folded his arms and smiled triumphantly.
Suddenly, a beam of light sprouted from Ogre's side. Its eyes widened as the light spread all over its body. Hwoarang's eyes snapped open, realizing what was going to happen.
{It's gonna blow up!} Hwoarang thought.
In a split second, Hwoarang turned around and started running out of the room, hoping that if there were any other fighters in the Zaibatsu, they had escaped.
Hwoarang tore through the Zaibatsu twice as fast as before, wanting to escape before Ogre blew up.
Soon, Hwoarang reached the front door. In a flash, Hwoarang was outside. Luckily, he was the last one out of the Zaibatsu, and as soon as Hwoarang escaped, the Zaibatsu went up in an enormous mushroom cloud.
(Final fight: Hwoarang vs. Jin)
Hwoarang stood in a park at night, standing beside a large fountain shaped like a giant squirrel. Not too far away, Jin stood with Xiaoyu beside him.
Hwoarang smirked at his rival. "You ready for the fight, Jin?" Hwoarang asked.
Jin sighed. "There's no reason to fight, Hwoarang." He stated.
The redhead merely narrowed his eyes. "Hey! I risked my neck back at the Zaibatsu for you two! The least you could do is repay me with a fight!"
Jin was silent. Once again, he sighed. "Very well, Hwoarang." He said, pulling his hood over his head.
"Be careful, Jin!" Xiaoyu said as Jin walked forwards.
After walking forward a few steps, Jin stopped and put his fists up. Hwoarang smirked as he did the same. There was no turning back now.
(ENDING)
Hwoarang and Jin charged at each other, each getting ready to deliver a punch. Both men thrust their fists at each other, but each used their other arms to defect the blows. Currently, the fight was too close to determine who was winning. Even Jin was sweating.
"You can't keep like this forever!" Hwoarang taunted.
Suddenly, Hwoarang's grin faded as he quickly turned to his left, his eyes narrowed. Jin raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?" Jin asked.
Hwoarang was silent for a few seconds, then gave his answer. "Someone's here."
As if on cue, a spotlight turned on, shining on Jin and Hwoarang. Both men had to shield their eyes from the sudden brightness.
When Hwoarang finally got used to the light, he saw who was there. His former military superior with ten men, each carrying an automatic rifle. A spotlight was mounted on the commander's jeep, and was the one shining at the two rivals.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The commander said as his men started slowly walking towards the two fighters. "It's Hwoarang."
Hwoarang growled, seeing that the commander had just ruined his fight with Jin.
"You're coming with me this time, Hwoarang." The commander stated. "Face it. There's no way out this time."
Hwoarang grinned slyly as he turned to Jin. "Jin, you and Xiaoyu get out of here. I'll clean up here." He said quietly, so as not to alert the commander. "We'll call it a draw this time, but I'll be waiting at the next tournament."
Jin smirked and nodded. He turned around and ran out of the park, taking Xiaoyu with him.
Once they were gone, Hwoarang turned back to the commander. "So, you want me to come back with you, eh?" He asked, walking closer.
"Yes, Hwoarang. You're in deep trouble for sure." The commander replied. "Be thankful I'm not allowed to gun you down. Now get in the jeep!"
As soon as he was close enough, Hwoarang grinned. "I don't think so."
Suddenly, Hwoarang thrust out his fists, nailing two soldiers in the sides of their faces. As the two guards collapsed to the ground, Hwoarang broke out in a flurry of punches and kicks to all the soldiers, quickly cutting them down. Soon, all ten soldiers were unconscious, and the only one left was the commander.
Hwoarang climbed onto the jeep and walked over to where the commander was cowering in his seat. Hwoarang bent over to stare him in the face. "Well, how does it feel to be looked down upon, little man?" He asked.
"D-Don't hurt me!" The commander half-begged.
Hwoarang didn't comply with his wishes however, and thrust his fist into the commander's face, instantly knocking him out.
Hwoarang hopped off the jeep and kicked the gas tank, spilling all the jeep's gasoline on the road. Satisfied, Hwoarang shoved both hands into his pockets and walked off, down the road.
END of Hwoarang's story