Walking down the stairs Jin clenched his fists tightly, the leather finger-less gloves groaned as he did so. Putting his glasses on he shoved the open door hard and stood on the steps. If anyone could see the look behind his glasses, it was one that would make anyone scared. No one, no one hurt his twin. Walking down the steps casually he reached into his coat and pulled out a black colt revolver and fired it at the tree by the door, making the Mercenary look over. The air went icy cold. Jin raised the gun and aimed at the Merc's right foot and shot him. The mercenary yelled and jumped back. Jin smiled and put the gun up, "Think it's funny, to come to places you don't know about. Threaten the guests of the place of sanctuary? Well... I see how you are. And I do not want a black flash feed bag on my home's heart." he said in a more... adult sounding tone. Running he punched the man in the face. His right hand balled in a fish near his chest before giving off a barrage of punches that were heavy and hard to block.<br/><br/>Backing up Jin stood in a boxer's stance before blocking an onslaught of attacks. Grabbing Bruno he slammed his head into the man's skull five times and jumped back. His head throbbing but he shrugged it off and let off a yowled scream, reaching out his hand went rather clawed and misshapen, the fingers long and sharp. Jin scratched down Bruno's front to have the man fall over. In Jin's hand a black misty blob, around the man... a pool of blood. His hand went normal and he growled. Lifting it up he dangled it over the ground and dropped it before stepping on it making it splat back into the form of a male, "Go to hell." he said and slammed his foot on the soul. It went into the ground with the aid of hands and shadows before the air went normal. Jin growled and walked over to Tecca, helping him stand lopsided, looking to the house then to Matt before helping the yowling male into the house who protested ever step.<br/><br/>If a doctor examined the body of the Mercenary they would have said a dog clawed his chest open. Makign him bleed out. Luckily, the man's wound was to the grass, not to the eye.