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Chapter 9: My Plague Returns
They battled on throwing punches and kicks so fast I could barely keep up with them. Hwoarang was beginning to show signs of fatigue. Like thing couldn't get any worse. Jin's body suddenly shifted. Long, black-feathered wings grew from his back, while horns from his head. His eyes grew red and a malevolent aura surrounded him. It appeared to be giving him strength. I screamed in terror. I think it just got worse.
Hwoarang pushed himself further. It was then that I realized this wasn't over their usual quarrel; Hwoarang was fighting for our lives. He pushed Jin onto his back, trying desperately to constrict him. Jin's aura exploded violently, a force so powerful that it threw Hwoarang backwards and temporarily disoriented him.
As Hwoarang staggered to his feet, Jin quickly spun around, lightening swirling around him. I gasped. I knew this attack. It was the deadly strike my grandpa used to tell me stories about when I was a child. Jin's father, Kazuya, used this attack to as a final blow to his opponents in the earlier tournaments. Before I could react, it connected with Hwoarang. He landed back on the ground, lightening moving all over his body, as it lay unmoving.
"No… Hwoarang, please get up…you have too…Haneul?" I bawled, stretching my hand out to him. I knew I couldn't reach him, but I had to try.
Jin turned and looked at me. His power began dwindling slightly, and then he growled, infuriated with his weakening body. "I want it back."
That's the end of the chapter! Honestly, I scared myself with this whole concept. In later chapters, you'll find out exactly what he wants back.