Jinvan was disgusted by their fear, even he who knew he had no skill when it came to this had enough brains to figure out when not to be afraid. It was all a bunch of happy coincidences that had saved the Vantha now, but still even if the tides were to shift the most that could happen is an all out brawl in which he would get his ass kicked. Even so, being tired of playing with enemies tainted by fear, Jinvan quickly let go of the man kicking him in the ribs to push him away a bit. As the men were heading for the exit he looked at their strange, yet disgusting weapon. Seriously for Syna's sake, who can use such a deformed thing, then he thought that he should throw it away for a moment, but that action too was discarded as he realised he would have no means of intimidation when it came down to it. Putting the dagger like thing on the table where the blazing redhead was sitting. Seeing that she seemed to be curious about what they were doing here, Jinvan ignored his desire to speak as he awaited for his wingman to catch up, and maybe he could explain what in the hell was that twisted looking thing, or at least how do people even fail to make a sword so much? Starting up a conversation in order to break the silence that began to bother him since not so long ago, he used a subtle, yet not so quiet tone: „Hello, they call me Jinvan, care to spare a name?“ his voice echoed a bit only to be lost into the massive noise of the crowd. The girl seemed a bit less enthusiastic as the only thing she said was: „Just another idiot i dare presume?“ she chuckled a bit to herself as she parted with her words. Interested in her playful attitude Jinvan was quick to get excited when he spoke again: „Maybe you've been meeting nothing but idiots up until now, but i dare say that your judgement is clouded as i am not of their kind“ he grinned a bit to himself as he liked them feisty, and the word play could just as well be the beginning. It was not long after that the Shy'ban joined the fray as Jinvan pointed towards him speaking a bit louder: „And this is my friend...“ there his voice trailed off as he wished for Shy'ban to introduce himself properly. The girl was hot, the wingman seemed decent, the night seemed young.... what more could one ask? |