Hunter's left arm is completely paralyzed. Immobilised.

Meanwhile, Mir is wondering if he will leave. Because he has no advantage in this war. It will not benefit him. He came for another purpose. The back door is open. It is better for him to leave through the back door. But he was also a policeman at one time. He had a responsibility to protect the people. Piran guy is good. He extended his hand of friendship towards him. Mir cannot tolerate such injustice.

Mir found his revolver. With the revolver in hand, he aimed at Hunter. But, the hunter is not there. Has disappeared. How is this possible? Mir looked up and saw Hunter flying in the air. Flying jump. Before the revolver could be lifted to the top, a flying kick came and hit Mir hard in the face.

Kick sends him several steps back and he hammers to the ground. For a moment, Mir starts to see his ancestors smiling at him. The head is spinning like a top. Blood oozes out from the nose and mouth like a nightmare liquid.

Hunter pins him down, brings out a knife and forces towards throat. Mir grabs hunters hand with two hands, stopping it using all his might.

A white handle curved bladed knife spins to hunter's head and the handle hits his head.

It was Piran who threw it at him.

After the handle whacks at his head, the hunter loses the balance.

.

Hunter lost his grip of control of the knife. Mir smacks the hunters hand with immense strength. And the knife falls from his hand.

Luckily, his fighting style is like an ape than a man and

so Mir is able to get a foot

between him as the hunter rains

his hands down on him like an orangutan.

A flash of Jane's memory pops up.

"I can't die down here. I must find Jane. I will destroy this loser! I will smash down a mountain if I have to. Anything to find Jane! "

The animal within roars like a dragon.

Salty sweats drip in his forehead. Mir touches the cold floor with both his hands and starts forcing a push. Steaming up all his rage and wrath, he generates a furious energy accumulating from every cell of his body. He focuses it on his leg.

Mir pushes his leg out with all his strength, sending the hunter flying. Without looking back, he scrambles to his feet and sprints out into the

safe distance.

Mir summersaults!

Veering to the right of the hunter, Mir dive as he tucks his

head in and rolls. At the same time quickly snatches away the stabbed knife from his hand.

There's a slam against his back and shooting pain.

Ignoring the pain, he rolls up onto his feet and

continues running.

Pouring on the speed, he

does not look back. Finally, he reaches a minimum distance.

Unplugging the knife from the hunter's hand causing blood to leak out. Hunter is screaming and screeching like an unholy beast.

Piran is done recoiling his gun.

With a beast like roar and a fearsome, felonious ferocity,

Hunter jumps at Piran like a trout at a May-fly.

Piran pulled the trigger. A horrendus noise tore through the room. A small bullet jabbed into the hunter's chest. But, the hunter managed to kick Piran's chest. The deflationary death-spiral, mighty kick inflamed acute agony in Piran. All the air comes out of lungs and he falls down. Piran cannot fight any more and he is unable to move. He is struggling to catch mere breaths. He is lying there with no spirit left in his body. Each heart beat is feeling like it's hammering pain in the chest and brain.

Hunter falls on to his knees.

"Still hanging there and not falling. What a mighty man! " Mir respecting his opponent.

"There’s no point in fighting anymore. And, in this condition, he won't last long either. No point in making him suffer." Mir reaches for the gun that is lying on the floor.

After picking up the gun. Mir thinks "I know that Piran wants revenge. If I want to respect his wishes, I should make this man suffer as much as I can."

Then, after a small silence, Mir points his revolver at the severely injured hunter "However, he is a mighty warrior. He fought bravely. Two men bringing him down was an unfair battle. For this respect, I will end his suffering. Rest in Peace, mighty warrior."

Before he can pull the trigger, the hunter pulls out his blow gun.

He uses the force created by his forced exhalation ("blow") to pneumatically propel a projectile dart. He blows a dart from the blow gun. The dart stings into Mir's abdomen.

At the same time, Mir shoots.

His .38 mini-monster roars.

The bullet punches it’s way through the hunters neck, causing a gaping hole in his wake that quickly filled with blood and gushed out. He falls to the ground, a pool of blood forming around him and soaked into his clothes as choked to death on it.

"Ah, finally.....it ended..." Mir sighs with a relief. "It's time to check Piran, but I'm not feeling too well. "

All of a sudden, all the cells of the body started scratching in agony. Pain is biting the heart and soul. It's hard to breath, and he can't feel anything. The darkness is taking over the surrounding. Eyes are shutting down automatically.

"Poison! Damn it."