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Falling back after being rattled from the booming attack that had barely skimmed the side of the dumpster, Jin collects himself and slowly peeks his head out towards the direction of the two hostile beings. Ryan was right. Those things looked heartless; cold as ice.

He turns to Ryan. "What'chu talkin' 'bout, man? No need to speak ill of our friend the dumpster," smirking, he slowly eyes back towards the direction of their attackers. "Friends of yours?", he asked as he took one hop over and out of the dump, landing perfectly tip toed on the ground. Dusting his hands off, he takes another closer look down the end of the alley. The two attackers were looking at each other, as if speaking to one another. Useless, he thought. Too damn far to be audible.

Ryan, now catching on the smarmy comments of the hedgehog, answers Jin's question. "N'ah, not my friends. Relatives?"

"Pssh." Jin sneers and spits off to his side. "N'ah. Have none. Or dead." Tilting his head down and now folding his arms, he quirks one eyebrow up. "They gotta know us if they've come right for us." He grins as he notices the two figures slowly start to make their way towards both of them. Then-

"HEY! DO WE KNOW YOU TWO?!" Jin hollered out to them. Quickly catching their attention, they both start to head in their direction.

Ryan stirred, "You don't want to do that..."

"CUZ," Jin continued, "IF YOU KNOW US, WE SURE AS HELL DON'T KNOW YOUR ASSES!" Ryan's eyes widened. He was speechless - Jin was surely an idiot.

Immediately, one of the two pointed their weapon at them, and another blue ray shot straight towards Jinsoku's face. Quite easily, however, he tilted his head to the right and the beam shot right by his neck, missing completely, though the slight sense of freezing cold was sensed.

Jin stopped and looked back, seeing the ray hit another nearby dumpster, freezing it solid on impact. "Oohhhh... well that's no good," he faces them again, still moving closer. Jin shuffles back, behind the dumpster he had been sitting in earlier. Ryan just stood there, watching intently, wondering what else could happen. At the same time, he readied himself as it seemed the red fellow was only good for talking smack, and hiding.

Suddenly, a huge roar is heard! Ryan whips his head back to see Jin holding the huge dumpster over his head with both hands. Grunting his he thrust forward, the dumpster flew in the direction of the two strangers, who had stopped in their tracks at this sudden turn of events. One of them manages to collect his thoughts and dodges out of the way, the other, suffice it to say, gets barreled down by the fast, flying heap, and lands flat on the ground, dumpster now sitting idly on his body.

Jin grins, baring his teeth. "Wasn't two out of two, but I still got somethin'."

Rolling to a stop, their attacker lay dumbfounded. Attempting to pick his own body up, his strength fails and stumbles back to the ground. Jin watched with a raised brow.

Huh, he thought. All that with just a raised hand. I'll be damned. He began to walk toward the downed enemy. "Eh, no rush," was his response. Reaching the body, Jin looks down, his mind taking in what he saw before his very eyes. This trooper's armor was nothing like he had ever witnessed before; not in his home, and not in this one. No face could be seen through the being's visor. Try as he might, he could not make a face through the dark, tinted pane. Kneeling down to get a closer look, he leans closer in, picking the body up by, what he presumed, was the suit's collar with his left hand.

"Wow," he whispered, the frosty chill communicating to his touch. "Their armor...", he turns to face Ryan. "These guys don't just like the cold... they literally are. It's almost as if-"

Jin stopped mid sentence. What was this feeling running up his left arm? The look on Ryan's face was that of confusion, mostly due to the sudden abrupt halt of words. He turned back to look down at the trooper.

"AGH!", he cried out! "This thing...!"

"Yeah?" Ryan leaned forward.

"He's still conscious!" Looking down, the creature was looking deep into Jin's eyes, his right hand fused with the hedgehog's left wrist. Ice was slowly forming around his hand, crawling up his arm almost as if engulfing his limb into a man-eating glacier.

A low, shivering voice hissed through the armor's speaker. "You are done, hot-blood."

With this, only instinct settled in, and Jinsoku raised his right hand straight into the air, now instantly glowing a soft blue, fiery aura; the hand now clenched into a fist. With one fell swoop, he let out a blaring cry and dropped his fist right down into the icy man's visor, cracking it in various places. Again he raised it up, and down again it plummeted into his face, the second time crashing through the visor, and onto what felt like was this thing's face. Once more it raised up, and just as fast, if not faster, it hammered down into his face. Again and again, with each blow becoming faster. Jin's teeth were bared, gritting down hard on each other, his eyes shot to his left arm; the ice still soared upward to his shoulder, the alien's hand clenched tight to his wrist.

One more time, Jin, was what whispered in his mind. You have to let it out this time! If not, there may not be another time! So, now do it!

One last cry, his fistsaura glowed brighter, the fire grew slightly larger, and down came his gavel. A loud crash was heard, with what seemed to be a loud connection with flesh. Steam poured out of the thing's helmet, as if settling down a hot skillet with cold, fast, running water. A hand with a tight grip on Jin's wrist was no longer, now laying limp on the ground. Jin knelled there, his hand still wrist deep into the helmet, his breath beating, and a puff of steam came out with every burst of air. Glaring at his now useless, frozen left arm, his face furrowed.

"Tsssh!", he spit out to the side. "God damn it."