Just as he'd been waiting to give Yin a nice solid tip of the elbow to the temple, preferably to drop him like a sack of hammers. Instead he jumped so high in the air that it was difficult to tell if he'd sprouted wings and flown or not. Kitti thought it was definitely cheating if he turned out to really be a birdman in disguise. That was an unfair advantage, and therefore, the victory defaulted to him. He'd at least landed a knee on the sucker. That was something to be proud of.<br/><br/>Watching him in the air, Kitti crossed his arms over his chest and spit out some more blood on the ground. Then he came down like a feather or a rock, or maybe something in between, and declared the fight over. It was difficult to argue with that. Kitti's pride, though, was so wounded that he was tempted to try throwing a sucker punch while Patty was distracting him with... ugh, good sportsmanship, or whatever the hell it was called. It disgusted him.<br/><br/>"Pfff." He said, blowing air out with his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. He looked off away from Yin moodily. This wasn't the first time Kitti had lost a fight, but it was the first time he'd never really had a chance to win one. It was beyond demoralizing. It was downright insulting. "Yeah... whatever... I don't care..." Grumbling to himself, he looked into the crowd trying to find anyone that might be laughing at him. Finding no one, he looked back at Yin and pointed a finger. "I'll try to learn, but only if I get a rematch when we're done. If you can teach me well enough to beat you, I'm in. I guess. Pff."