After Haneul, the fights started to blur together.
It wasn't because they were boring. They never were. But there were so many of them, one after another, the wheel spinning and stopping and spinning again, and after a while Jin stopped trying to hold every single one in his head. He only held on to the ones that mattered.
And almost all of the ones that mattered were theirs.
Mina went down to the stage against a man swinging a hammer twice her size. She didn't dodge a single blow. She let her Granite Armor spread across her skin until she was grey from head to toe, planted her feet, and let him beat on her until his arms were shaking and the head of his hammer had cracked in half. Then she took one step forward and punched him off the edge.
