New kid in the playground [PvT / Gage]

A dark warehouse where only those with unsavoury intent would reside. Well, that was exactly where Yeong Hui was. Seems like people knew off her arrival in japan. And that said people thought they were better off without her. She was just an enforcer on the korean part that entered a new playcourt. And these guys, they wanted to play ball. She struggled her hands against the rope around her wrists, before letting out a soft sigh, spitting some blood on the floor. They were arguing in japanese, a kind of dialect she didn't understand too good and too fast for her limited knowledge to make it comprehensible. But, then one of the larger, more brutish types approaches her and put a hand on her shoulder. She glanced up at him, unimpressed, before her gaze went back to the, she didn't want to say chief, but basically, the guy that was placed in charge of these goons. The man did seem awfully pleased with himself. A skinny thing, in a nice, comfortable recliner. With thick, fishbowl glasses. Watching her with a smug expression. "Who. Is. Your. Boss?" He mouthed slowly.

A soft grin cracked on Yeong hui's face. "Bu-in-ege mul-eobosibsio," she stated with a reply, before the guy next to her treated her to a nice, left hook. Causing another wad of spit and blood to run down her lip. "Speak. Japanese. You uncultured swine," the man in glasses stated. "Ask your wife," she spat in his general direction. And another punch against her nose, causing it to crunch underneath, blood running down. "Ah, shit," she grunted as she spat the blood away. "Amkae," she murmured under her breath.

"Well. I am slowly getting tired of this," the skinny man stated, adjusting his glasses, reaching into his jacket. "Seeing as we have been trying to get answers for the past hour, it seems you are unwilling to cooperate. So die like the dog... Ahem," a chuckle from him. "Like the cat you are." He pulled out a pistol, nine milimeter, glock-18. Plastic frame, very light and easy to use and maintain. No recoil and excellent at executions. So, it was a fitting pistol. But, then again, she wasn't about to let herself get killed here, now would she?

She blinked once, before slowly, black smoke started to secrete from her eyes. A katana formed on her back. The sound of a pistol discharge made a loud, echoing explosion.

Yeong leaned forward, tilting sidewards slightly to catch the bullet in her left shoulder with a pained cry. At the same time, the blade slammed down between her wrists to cut her hands loose. She darted forward before any of the goons could react, eyes alight with anger, the katana hovering behind her. And she moved way too fast for the man to be able to even hit her now. Pristine white blade became drenched in blood as it slid through skin, bone, organs, more bone and skin and then, the plush filling of a sofa. She pulled the pistol from his hands and immediately emptied the clip on the two remaining Yakuza. Killing both with three bullets to spare. And after that, well, she emptied the remaining three in the supervisor's chest. "Jiong eba, babo," she breathed, throwing the gun away and instead clutching her shoulder in pain. The blade slowly dissipating in thick, black smoke again, her eyes also ceasing to excrete it.


She snorted and limped her way to the door, kicking it open, stepping into the Naruki docks that were at this time of night, abandoned. Luckily so, since she was covered in blood, her own and the Yakuza's. And at least, the stars were out.