Underground Tournament [Open]

As the newcomer holding a man in cuffs entered the ring Jin sighed in a slight hint of annoyance. Not from the fact that she interrupted the flow of things, but rather the fact that he just ran out of his whiskey from the flask. “Great. Now i definitely need my money back so i can get a refill. I wonder what kind i should get this time?” Jin asked himself in fluent japanese though a bit slurred from the drunken state. At this point anything Yeong had said about taking over was blocked out from his ears because he was pondering on what kind of alcohol to get this time. “A bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey again? Nah, that is better served on a glass and not in a contained flask. Maybe get that cannonblast rum? Sure it’s strong, but mix it with a coke and it’ll sweeten up in a heartbeat.” If he did sense Yeong’s presence in a spiritual sense he didn’t show it as he put the topper on his flask and tucked it under his shirt.

It wasn’t until some people from the crowd came up to grab the man in cuffs that Jin’s attention was directed to the two that are in the ring. He seemed out of it a bit as Jin leaned over to the announcer and mockingly attempt to whisper. “So i still get my 10,000 from this right?” Of course the guy looked at the drunk almost as if he was insane. “I mean if you choose to walk away sure, but… I don’t know how things are going to be now.” Jin was confused about the man’s answer. How can he not be sure? Sure Jin will admit this was a different announcer than when he used to come here daily during his teen years. That however, has never made a man uncertain before.

With the duster dropped to the floor Jin glanced over at the maiden with his hazel eyes. His body language and the smell is like a drunkard. His eyes however, shows that he is well aware of what he’s doing and capable of thinking. It was mainly when she said in a basic tongue of japanese that she is fighting. But he didn’t see her pay her entrance fee. So he got to wondering if maybe she did and he just didn’t pay attention for it. But whatever he thought; it’s not like he’s going to be hurt by it financially wise. At least as far as he can tell.

“Well kid…” Jin started to say until he looked into Yeong’s feline eyes and got a strong sense of maturity from them. “Ah, my mistake. For once it’s not some random kid or wannabe enforcer who wish to dance with me.” Jin looked like he was going to belch, but he kept his mouth shut as the vapors of alcohol coil from his nostrils. His body seemed loopy and probably awkward to approach, but even Yeong can see that no matter how drunk his guard is never truly down unless he passes out. In fact he seems to be looking forward to this now, but whether he can still sense Yeong is still a questionable manner.

The drunkard actually assumed proper battle stance. His feet were slightly bouncy at first seemed to keep him from staggering, his left arm extended with a cupped hand as the right hand stayed at waist level in the form of a fist. The announcer started the countdown, and the instant the buzzer went off Jin was virtually flying across the ring quickly closing the gap with a single leap. Jin focused his power into the muscle of his left hand which is the already extended arm. Within a second he was on her as Jin hurls his right fist into a hook, and it wasn’t until then that Jin released the built up power in his left hand to suddenly lash out in a fast and powerful fist. The right hook was coming for her face while the empowered fist was coming at her solar plexus. The empowered attack traveled at the speed equivalent to a cero and with it aiming for the solar plexus could prove devastating if Yeong isn’t careful.

His fists would probably be noticeably callused around his palms and knuckles. As it’ll show sign of him at least trained his hands to endure and prove to have a solid power behind them. If anything Jin shows a sign of using tactic for using his right fist which was the most obvious to see coming for an attack. It is more of a feint, but it still holds power behind it as really faint traces of reiatsu trails behind his hands. At least then Yeong may pay more attention to the swinging hook, but if she ducked Yeong would quickly find herself at the mercy of his empowered fist that suddenly formed and lashed out towards her face. Granted Jin doesn’t know how much she is capable of, but least to say that he’s countering her defensive measures. Even if she did took a step back, Jin’s sped up momentum from his leap will carry over and he’ll just end up shoulder bashing into her chest. In a metaphorical sense Jin is a speeding bullet in this arena and has the power of an ox.