"I don't need a loser to teach me how to use my powers!" Krod darted toward Jin.

Two assailants were lunging toward Jin. One gaining from the behind. One nearing him head on.

In unison, both attackers' hands incinerated as they meteored toward Jin. Jin stood as if oblivious. He remained stagnant, waiting.

As the two figure's drew in, they both launched a fist toward Jin simultaneously. In an instant, Jin was there, in the other, he was gone.

Jin had dashed to the right. The two figures ended up scoring powerful blows to each other's faces. They both went pitching in the opposite direction. They collapsed.

Jin stood straight; remaining stagnant. Then he suddenly darted off like a wild beast. He dived toward the fallen hobgoblin.

He stomped on Krod's abdomen. Krod's upper back raised from the ground and he curled up. Jin quickly slashed his face. Then again. Then another. Left, then right.

[HP: 232/260]

[Weapon special attack upon next blow]

Then, Jin started to hear sputtering and clattering footsteps sounding from behind him.

He quickly dashed left. Clarke barely touched him; his flaming fist grazing his mask. Jin quickly screamed as he thrust his blade into Officer Clarke's chest.

[HP: 150/180]

Clarke suddenly froze as Jin yanked the blade out. His eyes bulged. Green veins ran up his neck and made their way to his face.

His complexion tinged to the color of an emerald.

[Effect: Paralysis]

Jin stabbed him again.

[HP: 145/180]

Then again.

[HP: 141/180]

Then another to his chest.

[HP: 129/180]

Midway through another one, Clarke managed to grab the blade. His own blood trickled down his forearm as he squeezed the blade.

He made his hand incinerate in light of making Jin leg go of the now burning weapon.

Jin didn't release it. He elbowed him to his lower draw. Then he hit him even harder with the same elbow.

Clarke was knocked back on his feet, finally releasing the dagger.

[HP: 121/180]

Krod stood, bending his knees. "Fuck this! I'm using my true ability now!" He raised an arm.

His fingers were outstretched. He directed hand at Jin. Then he rotated the hand, and swooped it in an upward motion.

Jin was suddenly pitched into the air. His body spun relentlessly as he slowly crashed back down to the floor.

He heard a loud snap in his leg. A wince appeared on his face. He quickly stood again.

Clarke came pouncing toward him. Jin quickly sidekicked him to his stomach. Then, he kept his foot in the air and his body weight on the toes of his other leg. He circled this leg and kicked Clarke to his face.

[HP: 116/180]

A crackling sound resounded from Clarke's nose. He groaned as he placed his hands upon this now broken nose. He furrowed his brows. "That's enough!!!" suddenly, his entire torso combusted into bright, red flames.

A mild explosion sounded from his body as it went up in flames. Sputtering. His entire face was shrouded in fire.

Jin's body suddenly flung a few meters into the air again. His clothes blew aggressively as wind gusts brushed against his body.

His mask disappeared.

Suddenly, Clarke raised his hands, and started firing numerous fireballs from his palms at Jin.

As Jin fell, he received three shots to his body, and one to his face. He collapsed to the ground and began writhing in pain.

[HP: 25/30]

More fireballs came his way as he laid there on the floor. He quickly rolled sideways. More fireballs came, he rolled again.

He quickly ascended to his feet, and started dashing toward Clarke. As a fireball shot out from Clarke's palm, Jin dashed left.

Every time he dashed, he would feel as if he had absolutely no energy for a few seconds, and then he would be able to dodge again.

A fireball came toward him, but he couldn't dash. He got hit on his chest. His body jolted back a bit, yet he continued running.

Another fireball was coming straight for his face, he quickly dashed right, dodging the attack.

Clarke cursed. "Stay fucking still!" he began to charge a huge sphere of flames that was wider than Jin's body.

He then shot the fireball at his target. When suddenly, Jin dashed in the air this time. He didn't dash right, he didn't dash left. He dashed into the air.

Suddenly, Krod swept his hand upward, and Jin went a couple more meters into the air. He would suffer brutal injuries if he fell from this height.

Flint then snarled. "Do not fucking kill the human yet!"

"Sorry boss!"

Jin nonetheless furrowed his brows. He would swoop down and end Clarke upon his fall to the surface again. He stretched back the hand that held the blade.

He came falling down from the air. Suddenly, he dashed upward when he was inches away from the ground, and his entire body turned green for a second.

This was the most distance he's covered from dashing yet. His body pitched into the air again, and went straight toward the figure covered in flames.

Clarke hesitated as Jin came crashing down on him. Falling from the air, Jin held his dagger with both hands, raised it above his head, and came bolting down like a meteor.

Jin plunged the dagger into Clarke's chest. Clarke's eyes bulged. He wailed in excruciating agony. The pain seared through the entirety of his body.

[HP: 73/180]

[Weapon special attack upon next blow]

Jin held the blade in Clarke's chest; his hands being burnt in that it was over the flames of his enemy's body.

Suddenly, Clarke's entire body erupted into even more flames. Flames touched Jin's face, his mask quickly manifested. He dashed backward; edging away from the fiery catastrophe.

Clarke somehow had the strength to stand on his feet again. He raised his burning arms and directed them at Jin.

Clarke opened his hands. And suddenly, magma began to jet from them.

Jin quickly dashed; splashes of magma still touched his skin. He groaned as he dashed again. The gushing magma followed him as he ran. It sprayed out from Clarke's palms in two powerful streams.

Jin dashed; still getting partially burnt.

[HP: 22/30]

He dashed again to the right. He kept closing the distance between his opponent and himself. He darted to the right again, zooming past Baron—who just stood there.

He then started sprinting toward Clarke. Not straight at him, but in a semicircle to avoid getting in direct contact with the streams of magma.

He screamed to the top of his lungs as he lunged toward Clarke. Clarke pivoted on his feet, and turned the stream toward Jin.

Jin was about to get touched with the spraying magma. When suddenly, he shifted into a cat form; running on all four legs toward his enemy while the spraying magma remained overhead.

Clarke lost track of Jin. He looked around. When suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind. It was Jin. Jin held him in a neck-lock, being burnt in the process. He quickly flickered his dagger, and thrust it into Clarke's abdomen.

Clarke whimpered in pain. His fire began to wither away. For some reason he couldn't move anymore.

[HP: 61/180]

His skin complexion turned greenish in color, veins appearing all over his body.

[Effect: Paralysis]

Jin swiftly yanked his blade from Clarke's abdomen. Blood droplets fall onto the floor. Then, he quickly plunged the blade into stagnant Clarke's stomach again. A gruesome squishing sounded.

[HP: 51/180]

He stabbed him again.

[HP: 44/180]

Then again.

[HP: 37/180]

Then again.

[HP: 24/180]

Suddenly Baron teleported and knocked Jin to the side of his temple.

Jin quickly steadied. But then he received another blow to the back of his head. Then another to his stomach. Then a powerful one to his face again. Finally, he succumbs. He collapsed to the floor.

Baron—with a lingering nuance on his face—stood, looking down at him. Jin couldn't see malice in his eyes. He couldn't see anything.

Suddenly Flint shoved Baron aside. Baron went flying right and had collapsed like nothing.

Flint looked down at Jin. He towered over him. "You are all but an embarrassment to me. And for that I will punish you later. It is now … my turn!" he smirked.