Plot armor

You're late

As soon as Sheyken made up his mind, his instincts took over. Before that moment, he hadn't put his all in a fight for almost a year and a half, but now, this was a fight to the death and the faceless man was carrying a weapon he hated. Sheyken did not hate it in a simple sense. He respected it because of its power and the power it gave to any individual who held it with their hands. You can train for all your life and become the master of all martial arts, but can still be defeated by a man who had been sitting at home playing video games all his life and all he had to do was hold a gun, point, and shoot.

If this was an anime, you would be sure that he would have yelled out 'GUN KATA!!' to active his skill, but well..... he had to leave that to the anime would. He dashed as fast as he can to where the faceless man was standing while focusing on the man's gun to see where he was pointing it. As soon as the faceless man saw him dashing over, he quickly pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger. He was aiming for his head. By that time there were only about 10 steps left for Sheyken to reach the man with a table halfway between them.

'Nine steps.'

Sheyken leaned his head over to the right and started to run in that direction. His left ear feeling the heat of the bullets passing by.

'Eight steps.'

He continued down the right side, but he was moving away from the path he wanted to move through.

'Seven steps.'

The man stopped firing for a second which allowed Sheyken to take a quick step to the left. At that moment the man started firing again and his gun nasal was still pointing at the right side of where he was expecting Sheyken to have dashed to. This allowed Sheyken to get in two more steps while the man was adjusting his aim.

'Six.... five steps.'

By the time the man had his barring's right and was about to fire again, Sheyken had slid under the table and the man fired where he thought Sheyken was. He missed because, at that time, Sheyken had kicked the chair that was where he would have come out if he continued to slide under the table. He came out on the left side of it, the right side had a dead person on a chair. It seems the man was eating alone. The chair he kicked flew to the man and he had to move to the side to avoid it. This allowed Sheyken to quickly stand up and dash to him again. He managed to shorten the distance with one step.

'Fore steps.'

This was the most dangerous part. What matters the most when trying to dash in while using the gun kata was trying to predict where the other person would aim. When far from the shooter, u hope that the person is an accurate shooter because it is less lightly he would miss where he was aiming at and if he was going to miss, it would be a small margin, allowing you to make better predictions. When you are close, you wish that person's aim was bad as it could be. This is because it is hard to be faster than the person's aim at that distance, even a child could lend a bullet or two on you.

This was good for Sheyken because this person he was trying to 'calmly kill' was a bad aimer. He was as good as a person who had practiced a few times. Sure enough, tired of missing, the man started to aim for his body. More precisely his heart.

'Three steps.'

At this distance, Sheyken could lend a kick in, but a kick is not faster than bullets. He would have to let himself get shot just for one kick and he might be dead by the time it landed. Bracing himself, he moved to the right while lowering himself with the hope that the man would miss him, and if he doesn't, he would miss his heart. Unfortunately for him, that 90% unsuccessful runs he had while practicing gun kata came back to bite him. Two bullets landed on him while he had taken two more steps. One went through his lung and the other in his left shoulder.

He thought that his adrenaline was going to get him through the pain, but those bullets hurt like hell. It felt like his very soul was crying out loud, asking him 'buddy.....what the hell did you get us into.' He was a soldier, pain was what he was expected to get through. He gritted his teeth and went through with his attack. It was time to show this busted 'friend killer' why he spent time training almost every day of his life.

'Two... one step.'

He went past the man's arms as he was still pointing his gun and in one motion when he was almost next to the man, he grabbed him with his left hand by his waist tightly. In one fluid motion, while still riding his own momentum, he turned ninety degrees to his right, and now he was at the backside of the man.

Not letting go of the man's waist with his left hand, he interlocked it with his right and performed the mother off all Suplex. He lifted the man off the ground and with the gun firing up in the air, he let go of him before they hit the ground, sending him off flying and crashing into the wall a few steps away from them.

He took a quick look underneath the table and there it was.....his Katana in the box he uses to carry it. Quickly taking it, he had no time to open the box because, in a fight like this, you had to always keep an eye on your opponent. He had something that could hurt him at a distance. He turned around while he was still on the floor and saw that his opponent was still trying to get up, still a bit shaken. He had no face but you could tell by the way he was getting up. Unfortunately for him, the man was still holding on to his gun. It seemed like he learned a thing or two during his fight with Sarah.

Quickly getting up, Sheyken rushed at the man again while holding the box with both hands. This time he had no problem getting to him but he was having trouble breathing. His lungs were getting filled with blood from his wound. He got close to the man who had stood up at that moment and was about to point the gun at him.

At this time, he could choose many techniques to subdue the man, but since Sheyken now held a weapon in his hands, he didn't choose a submission move.

He swung the box as hard as he could, hitting the man's hand that was holding the gun, sending it flying. The box cracked open and in a fluid motion, he ripped the rest of it open reviling a Katana in the air falling down. As swiftly as he had opened the box, he grabbed the Katana with his right hand while performing a back kick, sending the man flying to the wall again which was two feet behind the man. When Sheyken's foot landed on the ground, he followed up with a forward s***h, cutting the man's head off with a move destined for the big screens.

He hadn't finished yet. He did not know what he was fighting. He had never seen a human with no face in his life. Even though the man's body looked like it weighed less than him, it wasn't. If he did not hit the man with a back kick, he wasn't sure any other kick would have sent him flying into the wall. His gaming instincts taking over, he stabbed the man's heart where he hoped it was. Since the man looked somehow human, he thought it would be where the human heart would be.

Taking a look at Beak- hyun for the last time, sadness filled his heart, but it was getting harder and header to breathe. He had to harry to a hospital to get treated, then he could moan his friend. He left his Katana behind because he did not want to get shot by the police or military thinking he was slaughtering people since he was covered with blood all over. He and Beak- hyun watching all those movies was now paying its due.

He got out of the restaurant, picked the direction with the closest hospital, and started running. While thinking about what he just went through, his adrenaline had run its course and the pain was getting unbearable. There weren't that many people around since it was already late. Those who saw him avoided him while others called the police. He crossed the road and his mind kept on thinking about his friend and how he was going to explain what had happened to his parents, but he did not have to worry about that.

The white truck which seemed to be like a predator finally about to catch its prey after it failed so many times was thanking the heavens. It was racing across the road with all its might, not wanting to miss this chance, alas it finally succeeded. The last thing Sheyken saw were two headlights which he would swear they were sparkling for some reason.

Waking up, he had the mother of all headaches. He was in a milky white room and a man not far from him was standing there looking at him, frowning.

"YOU'RE LATE!!! The man said after a while.