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[center][color=#DCF900][u][b]Park Eun-Oh[/b][/u][/color][/center]
[center]Dirty Alleyway, District 19[/center]

Perhaps his footwork wasn't the best. So what?

It did not matter.

Maybe his form was poor, his punch sloppily executed. 

It did not matter.

If either was insufficient, then he would blow past them with borrowed strength. 

The outcome was determined. By now there was no way for this punch to miss. Perhaps, if the long-haired man had attempted to dodge earlier, or even protected himself with his faux-canine companion, then this hit would not have gone through.

Yet, he frivolously wasted his time instead of taking out a knife.

There was no way for him to know, but there was no way a simple knife would be able to pierce this child's skin. From a young age, he was groomed to succeed his mother as a vessel for spirits. For that, every inch of his body was trained and scoured in holy rites.

As a recognized mudang, it was obvious to any who knew of the traditions of those who follow the way of Mu that a regular knife could not pierce him.

For him to even have reached the noble title of shaman, he would have had to be proficient in the Dance on the Blade. No matter how much he would jump, no matter how much he would ecstatically dance, no blood would be drawn. 

It was a critical mistake made on the blonde's part, but an understandable one.

His other mistake, however, was not so easily forgiven.

The moment he attempted to halt the clenched hand that rocketed towards him, was the moment he spelled his doom. 

Living up to its name, the [b][Five Kiloton Punch (500%)][/b], did indeed impart a large amount of force the very moment it made an impact. If it weren't for the preparations made beforehand, then there was no way Ren would have lived through it. Instead, he went flying through the air, mostly unharmed, but not without pain.

Staring in awe of his strength, Park looked down to his right hand, still clenched into a fist.

With a gleeful cry and a victorious pump in the air, he proceeded to pull out of his pocket a cell phone. Though it was out of range from his usual provider, all phones nowadays carried with them the capability to make a call to emergency services.

Quickly dialing 119, the moment the dispatcher answered the phone, they would be greeted with a shrill screech, not one made in pain or distress, but of sheer joy before being regaled by the tales of Park's most victorious conquest over evil.