"Knock him out!", Gisu yelled out to his goons, in a panicked voice. Hands shaking as he took a step back.

But no matter how many of you darted to attack, Ijin wouldn't go down. A punch to your sides, a fist to your faces... the next thing you knew, your entire friend group was down. Unconscious or just not daring to move anymore.

Gisu, and you, were the only ones left standing in the club. And that was just because you couldn't move an inch. Your body wouldn't let you. And for that reason, Ijin hadn't registered your prescence just yet. Too preoccupied with fighting his aggressors.

"What did my sister ever do to you?", Ijin asked coldly. Gisu was in panic. You've never seen him shake like that. "Hold on..! I have no idea what you're talking about..." He reached for a half-empty glass, and threw it at Ijin's head, "--you bastard..!!", the red-head shouted. Ijin simply moved his head to the side, leaning away to dodge the shards as the glass hit the wall.

He ran towards Ijin so fast, that you barely had a second to register, but it didn't do shit, as Ijin's fist rammed right into his face. His elbow against the side of Gisu's neck, causing him to gasp for air.

"Gisu Kim...", Ijin whispered. "What should I do with you..?", his eyes remained narrowed. Cold with anger. "This is your final warning. I'll be back if I so much as hear a rumor that you went anywhere near my sister.", Ijin said. His eyes narrowed. The red lights of the club illuminating his face.

He pressed his arm against Gisu's neck a little further, and he suddenly flew into a panic. Eyes widening as he realized he was loosing air. He croaked out, "Ugh... please-..", his voice shaky and small, as the world around him started going dark. But before he could pass out, Ijin finally let up, and stepped back.

Gisu took in the largest gasp of air. His lungs shaking as he coughed and hacked. Ijin just stared at him, before his eyes turned to you. Finally noticing your prescence. Your heart could only drop at his intimidating gaze.