The God of Thunder (2)

"You're going to learn soon, dumb bastard!" Jin spat venomously, gripping his chipped blade in his right hand.

Channeling electricity into his left, he formed a crackling lightning claw.

He glared at the merc, who regarded Jin with an amused expression.

"What a nice mask you have, kiddo. You can keep wearing that mask, but we both know who... we both know what you are." The numbered merc mocked, his tone dripping with derision.

Jin gritted his teeth, the tension between them palpable. Neither moved a muscle, but the carrier began to change direction, its speed waning. 

The engine, damaged by Jin's electricity, could no longer sustain its maximum speed.

"Jin, listen to me. You can't fight that bastard. Let's get you and Silas away from—" Thirteen's urgent plea was cut off as Jin yanked his earpiece out and tossed it off the speeding carrier.

'Not now... I'm taking this bastard down no matter what. No one is going to stop that.'