The moment Yin moved, Alex was off, and he was jealous. Yin's speed, his control, his power already shown in only a few moments were to be envied. If this were a life or death situation, everyone here, including the spectators, would be dead in little to no time as far as Alex could calculate. If the energy attack front the tournament was not an elaborate hoax (and Alex was fairly sure it was not), then this was an insurmountable foe. And Alex was going to fight him anyway... shit.<br/><br/>Alex saw him take a hard left to the face without flinching and go after the less annoying of the two other boys as Alex dashed around and behind, making sure to not get between Yin and any of the other contestants, but still staying in the kind of range that would allow him to take advantage of any opening that might present itself.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Let the games begin...</span>Alex thought to himself.