They came at him from three sides.
Jin went straight down the aisle with the dark sword low. Yuna went left, vaulting over the broken pews. Yerin stayed back and dropped to one knee, her palm flat against the stone floor.
Hae-seong didn't move. He just lifted his left hand and curled his fingers.
Jin locked up mid-stride. The grip closed in his chest, and the red light tore out of him. It hurt just as much as before. It hurt more, because now he knew how much more of it there was to take.
Hae-seong caught the light without looking at it, wrapped it around his fist, and turned to meet Yuna.
She was already in the air, coming down on him from the top of a pew with her heel aimed at his collarbone. He sidestepped. His glowing fist came up into her stomach.
Yuna folded around it and flew back across the aisle into a pillar. She hit it hard and slid down.
Hae-seong turned back toward Jin, who was still frozen in place.
