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FADED, FADED, FADED, FADED

Harold contemplated this for a while. For starters, Jared wasn't as excited as he was in the beginning of the fight. I can't expect to win if he's not 100%, how can I get out of this situation now... With a sigh, Harold lowered his weapon. "I'm impressed with how well you handled the situation, had I gone serious, that wall would no longer be there!" As he finished his sentence, Harold walked through the opening of the wall with his hands up with his weapon loosely held in his hand. "Jared, would you be so kind to grab my cellmate's weapon wedged in the wall?"

Jun, knowing full too well the result of thinking a battle was over before its time, hardly believed Jared's surrender. And since Harold was walking towards him, Jun knew he was in for a fight. Jun was waiting behind the makeshift wall, right next to the gap. He was standing sideways, with his injured arm closer to the gap, and his other arm farther from the gap and holding the same weapon that was blocked from view before - a whip. The whip was extended across to the weapon rack and tied around it. When Harold walked through the gap, Jun took his chance.
Jun nudged forward, swinging his injured arm in front of Harold and throwing blood from the wound at his face to disrupt his vision. In quick succession, Jun swung his leg up, attempting to kick Harold's weapon out of his hands.

Marked. Jun had been keeping track of the nozzle of Harold's gun from the moment he saw it. He had learned from an early age to never lose track of a weapon, regardless of who wields it. And Jun wasn't about to slip up now.
He had to act quick - he jammed his left thumb into the bullet hole in his right forearm, hooking it under the bullet and quickly flicking it out. He aimed it at the gun's nozzle, hoping it would deflect a few of the bullets when they left the barrel. It deflected one bullet.
Jun quickly jumped through the wall made of mats, tucking his body into a defensive position to protect his vital spots. Staw fragments flew everywhere as Jun smashed through the makeshift wall, reducing visibility in the area close to the wall. As he jumped, he pulled hard on the whip. As a result, the weapon rack it was tied to flew forward, launching numerous sharp weapons forward through the air. Jun would be out of the way of the flying weapons by the time he completed his jump, but Harold was in the direct path. Jun continued to hold onto the whip as he landed. He checked his injuries; one bullet had his his right shoulder and stopped at his shoulder blade, another bullet had grazed his eyebrow on the right side, making blood flow over his right eye. Visibility in his right eye would be reduced, so he would have little depth perception. The other two bullets missed and landed somewhere in the floor - he could tell by the sound they made, Jun knew this dojo well.
"Hmmm," he said under his breath. He swung his right arm, splashing a patch of blood on the floor next to him. He prepared to dash forward and attack. Had the weapons hit Harold?

Jun knew he had next to no time to react, a dagger was flying straight for him, and Harold was about to shoot his legs out - no time at all, but he was used to being rushed. He had faced a thousand battles like this, and won. Sure, he almost never fought against a gun before, but he'd beaten hundreds of opponents far more skilled than Harold.
His lack of depth perception would be an issue, but he could work around that.
Jun splashed some blood from his right arm on the floor in front of him. As soon as the dagger crossed over that spot, he jumped up and kicked the dagger up. He saw Harold ready himself in a close combat stance. Had he run out of ammo? Or was he just baiting Jun? No, Jun couldn't take that chance. He dashed to the side as soon as he landed. He pulled hard on his whip - the whip that was still attached to the weapon rack. The rack, which was now much closer to Harold, launched forward and straight for Harold as Jun pulled the whip. He splashed blood on the floor again before dashing straight for a pile of weapons on the floor. He let the whip drop out of his hand behind him. He splashed blood on the floor twice - just beside the whip and again just beside the pile of weapons. He could keep this up, he believed he could finish this battle before he lost too much blood if he kept calm. But just in case, he flicked his right arm as he ran, making his sleeve wrap tightly around his arm.He reached for a sword on the ground, hoping to grab it. No, certain he would grab it; there was no possible way Harold could stop him now.

No thoughts, no words, just action. Jun quickly grabbed the next weapon in the pile - a spear - before jumping back. He stabbed the spear in the ground to pick up some of the wooden sticks left from the destroyed weapon rack. He quickly threw them at Harold, sharp end first.
He grabbed the other end of the whip that was now broken free from the rack. He quickly tied it around his spear in one swift motion and pulled hard on it, causing the handle end of the whip to fly into his grasp. His face was still as emotionless as ever. When Harold spoke, Jun didn't respond at all, he just focused on a spot on the floor that was littered with weapons, directly behind Harold, as if something special was there.
He tied the handle end of the whip around his left arm and grabbed the spear with his left hand.
"Trial of the Monkey, three loyalties spear" Jun whispered as he took a much lower stance. He was tired of dragging this battle on, it was time to stop playing with his opponent.
He jumped forward through the air, much higher than any normal man could, headed straight for Harold. Jun quickly flicked his right wrist, sending another splash of blood at Harold's eyes. At the same time, he pointed his spear, directly at Harold's neck. By all means, this should do it. But if it didn't, he would aim for Harold's left arm shortly after.

Jun winced as the blood hit his eyes. He stabbed his spear into the ground and flipped over it; this would change the trajectory of his leap, in case Harold planned on throwing any attacks at him while he was blinded. He landed, he had pulled the spear out of the ground with the momentum of his flip and was now carrying it normally again. As soon as he landed, he let go of the spear and used the fact that it was attached to him by the whip to swing the spear horizontally around him in an 8 to 9 foot radius. Anything directly in the spears path would surely be damaged. While the spear swung around him, he wiped the blood out of his eyes using the sleeve of his right arm. Jun was now standing close enough to the spot he wanted. After one revolution of the spear, he splashed a drop of blood on the ground beside him and pulled the spear back in. Although he wiped both his eyes clean, His right brow was still bleeding slightly, so he would lose visibility in his right eye shortly again. However, for the time being, he had perfect vision. He was running low on blood that he could afford to lose from marking it on the floor. That was probably his last blood splash he could use so freely. Any more and he would start to get anemic.
Whatever, that didn't matter anyways.
Jun turned his body towards Harold and started sliding his feet strangely. He prepared himself in a stance that would allow him to dodge any attack Harold might throw at him, but anyone that didn't have a vast understanding of animal-based kung fu styles would simply think he was taking a normal defensive stance.