With a loud clamor, the buildings in the distance all crumbled down, and in between the soaring hazy smoke, one figure jumped out. It was Chi-Woo. He fell to the ground and rolled unseemly over a great distance. He tried to warily get up while coughing, but Bael rushed toward him before he could and caught one of his arms. She lifted him just like that, and Chi-Woo found himself getting dragged upwards.

“Don’t look down on me!” Bael yelled and slammed Chi-Woo onto the ground, which cracked like a dried-up field at the collision; and that was far from the end.

“Fiiiiight!” Bael raised Chi-Woo and flung him down again violently, leaving a crater covered in cracks on the ground. Bright pink blood burst out of his mouth, and Chi-Woo was entirely disoriented. Bael was one-sidedly flinging him around, slamming him down to the surface and throwing him as she wished. When he lost consciousness and regained it, he found his body taking the brunt of the impact again. It appeared that he was thrown onto the ground once more.

“Fight me properlllly!” He heard yells from time to time. Bael was attacking him with all her might. She could’ve ended this fight a long time ago. There had been many opportunities, but she didn’t do that. She simply couldn’t when she had thrown away everything...