They met in the middle of the street.
The man's clawed hand came down like a falling wall. Jin didn't block it. He slipped to the side, felt the claws tear the air beside his ear, and cut across the man's ribs as he went past.
The blade bit. Not deep. The man's skin was tougher than it looked, like cutting through leather wrapped around stone. But it bit, and Jin felt it, and a line of red opened up across the scars on the man's side.
The man didn't even flinch.
He spun on his heel, faster than anything that big should be able to spin, and swung his other arm back at Jin like a club. Jin ducked under it. The arm hit a lamppost instead, and the lamppost folded in half with a scream of bent metal.
"Ha!" the man shouted. He sounded delighted. "Ha!"
