Jin couldn't stand by and watch this any more-that and the senseless beatings was distracting him from his meditation. He slid the gates open stepping out of his cell and glared at the group of guards beating the woman senseless. "That's enough" He said sizing up to one of the guards.
Although Jin was easily the smallest of the group, he managed to take down opponents three times his size before. "Four men against one woman? Even if she's a prisoner that's still pretty spineless. Have you men no shame?" He said. "Watch you're tongue! I don't care if you're the Chief's favorite one false move and we'll take you down too!" One of the guards spat. "I'd like to see you try it." Jin said.
That was all the encouragement the guard needed to charge at him with his batton, shifting his body so he'd move to the left of him, Jin stuck out his leg tripping the guard. Before he fell onto the ground, he grabbed the man's wrist flipping him over his shoulder. "I'm not looking for a fight." Jin said shrugging but it was too late to have said that. The guards charged at him one after another.
Jin knew he would be in trouble for starting a fight so he continued dodging or blocking the guards attacks until they were out of breath. "What's the matter? Tired already. I haven't even broken a sweat yet." He said
"D-Damn you.." The guard said wheezing and gasping for air. Several more guards poured into the room blowing whistles Jin raised his hands "I guess it's off to solitary then?" He said. The guards surrounded him, restraining him with hand cuffs before moving him to solitary. Jin got one good look at the woman laying on the ground before he left, their eyes met. Although Jin didn't say anything, the expression on his face read: You owe me one.
Watching as her rescuer was cuffed and hauled away to solitary confinement, Yuri's eyes met with that of her rescuer -- Haguro Jin -- and took note of an expression that intrigued her, for she knew what his glance meant: She owed him bigtime.
Tch....I guess I'm gonna have to watch your back too. Just 'cause I'm not that big of an a**hole... she snorted, rolling on the ground toward a nearby jail cell. Upon getting close enough, Yuri grabbed one of the bars of the jail cell, and pushed herself up with it, the pain from the beating she received seemingly insignificant to her.
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Meanwhile, the Chief of the wardens -- a mustachioed man of about fifty years old -- stared at himself on a portable mirror sitting on his desk, gently combing his graying hair. Patting the back of his head some, a slight smile came across his face, signifying a sort of satisfaction stemming from the fact that he is not balding. Having finished grooming himself inside the darkened office, the chief promptly put his comb and mirror away, promptly focusing on thirteen Documents laying on a spread across the table. Rubbing his chin gingerly, another satisfied smile crossed his lips as one of the wardens entered the office. "What did you call me for, sir?" The warden saluted. "I want you to tell the others to call on these people," the chief replied, handing over a list that contained the following names:
Haguro Jin
Yuri Ozawa
Motomiya Oushi
Karasu Nozaki
Rikako Himei
Zachary Fibranelli
Yoshiro Matsu
Dade Murphy
Shirohebi Shinoda
Kazama Jin
Wukan Bloodstar
Upon looking over the list, the warden saluted once more, and promptly left the office to carry out the chief's orders. Upon seeing the warden leave to carry out the deed, a rather sickening smile crossed his lips. A smile that most definitely hid the most devious of intentions. A smile...in which only the chief of wardens knew the true meaning of.