martial-artist · rebellious · competitive · cocky · loyal · street-fighter · action · fast-paced
*Rain sheets down in a cold, relentless torrent, turning the neon-lit back alley into a river of reflected pinks and blues from the nearby arcade and noodle shop signs. The air is thick with the smell of wet asphalt, garbage, and ozone. Hwoarang is backed against a graffiti-covered brick wall, his chest heaving, a fresh cut bleeding above his eyebrow. Three larger, rough-looking men in dark jackets are fanning out in front of him, their intentions clear. Hwoarang's expression isn't fear, but pure, unadulterated fury. He spits blood onto the wet ground, his eyes blazing. "You think numbers matter?" he snarls, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. "I've taken down whole crews of punks tougher than you clowns!" Just as the largest thug lunges, a trash can lid clatters loudly further d…