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@ⒷChoi Junhong Holding his left shoulder, Daehyun used a bit of his strength to push it back, hearing a loud crack as a small shot of pain ran through his body. Yes, it hurt, but he's felt worse than this before. He then punched the air for another crack to be heard to make sure that his shoulder was back into the place that he had wished it to be in. Moving his head side to side, he also made his neck crack and pop a few times to make his body un-stiffen. How did he even escape with his body in such a condition such has that. Same for Junhong.

His breathing had now started to get a bit shaky. Why? Because of his worry for Junhong. He could be dead by now for gods sakes- God, don't let that come down upon him. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he did- hell, even if he did bring him back from the dead, it wouldn't be the Junhong that everyone wanted to see any more. Gulping down another lump in his throat, Daehyun let out another shaky breath as he closed his eyes, letting the wind run through his skin as he stood there.

Daehyun's eyes flew open, the color of his eyes now a light blue color. Yet, that wasn't the thing that was off with them. His eyes didn't have the usually lines that lead to his pupil, but instead were designs of a pentagram, but not of alchemy like what usually would appear. "Show me where he is..." He spoke, another unknown voice following behind his own. Moments later, the scenery in front of him slowly started to fade into another part of the area, where it showed a building that was nearly about to come down from the lack of columns that were holding it up. Was this where he was? How come he couldn't- "Wait..." His eyes squinted slightly to focus on whatever was on the ground. His eyes then widened in shock. It was a figure, Junhong. He could clearly see the injuries on the young boy and also the amount of blood that was seeping through him. Please...Please tell him that he isn't... "No...No." Daehyun shook his head in denial, shutting his eyes tightly. His eyes shot open again, tears threatening to fall out. He couldn't of been dead. He couldn't hear his heart beat. Maybe it was just too weak for his ability to hear through the spell...yeah, maybe that was it.

Daehyun was now racing through the outskirts of the city, the wind pulling back his hair as he ran as fast as his legs could take him. Sadly, he could run as fast as he wanted to, but was enough for him to get there quick enough. 'I'm coming...I'm coming...' Daehyun said in his thoughts, praying and praying that the younger wouldn't be dead. Please.

He skidded to a stop, dust arising from his feet from the ground when he had slid through it. His mind was going absolutely nuts from the worry and questions that were surrounding it. Where could he be? Was he alive? What was he going to tell the others? After looking around everywhere in disorder, he had finally found the building that he had envisioned earlier. Just as he pictured it. Nothing but rubble and dirt with a building that was about to collapse. As he walked further into the building, the smell of blood had gotten stronger and stronger until the point that he had felt like he was about to gag. God, he hated the smell of blood so much. He smelled it every day and it was absolutely the worse scent to ever go up your nose other than dead carcasses.

"Junh-hong?" Daehyun stuttered out, stopping in his place after he had called out the younger's name. Junhong's body was right in front of him. He looked so pale and helpless, it made him want to break down and tell him how sorry he was for not getting here sooner to help. Slowly, he got on his knees, reaching out to touch the boys neck. A sigh of relief soon hit him as he found that he still had a heart beat, but it was slow and uneven. Junhong was dying. "I'm h-here to help you." Was he about to cry? Maybe it was because all of the emotions that had hit him all at once just now. Just, seeing someone that he had envisioned as a younger brother dying had hit him hard. And it was partially his fault because he couldn't be there in time to help him. Placing his hands onto Junhong's heart, "Afferte eum ad vitam, ipse spiritus aura, sit errant terra viventium." (let him breath, let him heal, let him roam the land of the living) he spoke out the spell with a small voice, as if he was whispering. He could feel his own energy being out from his own body, seeping through his fingers as it transferred to Junhong's body. He watched as his cuts, gashes and burns slightly heal up as his blood reverted back to his body, and his pale skin become vibrant with life again. It was only a few moments until his own body had started to feel weak once again, his body collapsing beside the younger. He was still awake, but he barely could even move any more, feeling like he was back to the beginning. Daehyun only did this for Junhong, he wanted him to survive.

@ⒷJung Daehyun The youngest member of their group was in complete disarray as he lay beneath the rubble that had fallen atop his body. The past hour or so had passed in blurs and pants his breathing harsh and laboured no matter the amount of times he had scolded himself for being too loud. Even his ability was beginning to waver as he intensified his telepathic grounds in hopes he would pick up on Daehyun and his whereabouts not having seen the man since they had been split up running from whatever had decided to attack them. It frightened him more to be alone than it did to consider that they had no clue what the thing had been, it had been fast and strong but near invisible and it terrified him to believe it might have been the next wave of attacks against them especially seeing how they had fared against only one.

Stilling in his movements he could have sworn to have heard something coming from behind the decayed building his muscles tensing in anticipation for whatever it might have been. He wasn’t in the best of conditions to fight but he had never been the type of person to roll over and accept whatever nature would throw at him, if there was something he could do to protect his group then he would take it no matter the risks. But with a small flurry of dust and dirt the assailant showed itself to be a rabbit running across the ground his relief as evidence in his sigh.

But alas for like all things his relief had been short lived and while the rabbit safely made its way into a burrow he became the pray and the predator was approaching. Loud and heavy footsteps grating against the ground clouds of smoke and dust rising to meet the invisible assailant. Knowing he would have zero chance of surviving if he simply continued laying there vulnerable to the world he called on all self-control he had and lifted himself to his feet. Sharp shots of pain travelling from his hip the old injury having been aggravated by his fall and the crushing weight of rocks. Clambering to his knees he quickly dived behind a barrage of scrap metal using the barrier as a shield while he took tentative glances at whatever appeared to be approaching a screech of metal all he heard before the fight begun once again.

The next few minutes passed as though looking through the screen of an arcade machine. A limp body being thrown about like a rag doll with nothing in sight to indicate what could have been the assailant. Zelo refused to go down without a fight however and used his wavering abilities to throw rocks and metal bars in the things direction, catching his body before he was flung through the walls of a crumbling building. His battered and bruised body crying out in exhaustion as he kept holding to the thought of seeing his other group mates again. And with the last fling of his hand he sent a boulder in the things direction hardly noticing as he himself was yanked and dropped below to the ground a stabbing pain in his side reminding him of the blood dripping through his clothes.

Minutes after the thing had left celebrating its apparent victory he was left as still as day the stab wound on his side oozing what little blood he had to spare as his other injuries begun showing pain and piling up on his mind. Darkness soon covering his eyes as he lost the fight to remain conscious wondering who would find his body first.

ⒷJung Daehyun: @ⒷChoi Junhong His breathing uneven and his limbs feeling as if they were going to fall off at any minute, Daehyun limped across the rubble and moss of what was left over in the streets of Seoul. He was tired, dehydrated and was in need of medical attention. Sure, he could heal himself with out a problem, but he could put himself in even more risk that he was already in. Besides, he was saving the last of his energy for someone else that was in need of it. Junhong. Junhong was the youngest of the group. He was missing. The leader, Yongguk, had ordered for the both of them to go hunt for food since they were the quickest to gather it. Unlike some days that had went perfectly smoothly for them, the two men had gotten ambushed by an unknown presence. Even with Daehyun's power and Junhong's control, they couldn't defeat whoever they were fighting. It absolutely scared them since they had no idea what they were fighting. They couldn't see that person at all. Hell, they were both lucky enough to even get away.

His body couldn't take it anymore, and he knew that once he had felt his legs go weak, causing him to kneel down onto the ground. He's never felt so weak like this in a long time. What was that they had encountered? Why couldn't he defeat it like he wanted to? There were so many questions running through his mind that it had started to give him a headache. He was in need of rest. Soon.

"I...I can't lay here like this.." Daehyun said, his voice raspy and weak. Really, he couldn't lay there or he would soon be killed by either the lack of energy or by his enemy. He honestly wasn't looking forward to either of them. Knowing that what he was about to do was one of the stupidest, it was his only option into moving on. Daehyun slowly brought his right hand to his lips, slightly parting them open to chomp down on his thumb hard enough to draw a little bit of blood. The access blood had ran down his thumb to the grass that was below him, covering it in a beautiful crimson color. Placing his thumb on the ground, Daehyun had started to draw something into the ground with his blood as ink.

It was only a few moments later that he was finished. An alchemy symbol for healing. Suddenly, he could see his blood literally burn through the grass, which was a normal sign that his spell was starting to work. The symbol had slowly started to glow ever so lightly as a bright red. Even his magic was starting to get weak. He only had to wait for 10 seconds for a small bottle to rise up in the middle of the symbol. The bottle was covered in black and the liquid inside was rather hard to see. Quickly grabbing the bottle, he opened it to only see barely even two sips of the liquid inside. Was this really how low his energy level was? In the process of inspecting the bottle, he noticed how shaky his hands were getting. Actually- his body period. He was going to collapse, he had to drink it now. Gulping the lump down the his throat, Daehyun placed the bottle on his lips, tilting his head back slightly to down the thick liquid as quickly as good. Once he was finished, the bottle vanished and so did the symbol.

It had take a few moments for the liquid to take affect, but he was now standing on his two feet. He wasn't in as much pain as he did earlier nor did he feel fatigued and weak. Yes, he could of killed himself using that since had only a small handful of energy left, but he pulled through. Now, he could actually search for Junhong properly and not leave them both out to die, yet knew that Junhong was just as hurt as he was earlier. Daehyun needed to find him quickly.

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