The brave Hiromichi ran towards his new opponent in a final stand that could have ultimately cost him his life. However as the looming anticipation of impact seemed to be coming to a head, a booming voice rang out from the now derelict stands. "Hold it right there you fuckin Lizard freak! Give me back my fuckin Dragon Ball!" The rage in the voice was clear, and was followed by the emergence of it's originator. The man appeared to be a large samurai warrior brandishing a large sword at his hip, fashioned in the traditional Japanese style style. His robes were orange with a black lined pattern woven in and he wore traditional sandals and overcoat. Tambourine looked curiously perplexed, the samurai's presence obviously disturbing him greatly. His fear led him to try to flee, turning and stretching his great demon wings. However the Samurai was already upon him, his fury granting him a great haste. In a flash of light, The Samurai unsheathed his blade and swung it with the passionately calculated precision of a veteran of his craft. However skilled the attack, Tambourine's speed won out, and he lept off the ground and into the air flying towards the now banking away zeppelin.<br/><br/>"Watch out Yajirobe! Next time you may not escape with your life!" Screamed the retreating demon.<br/>"Damnit, they're fuckin off again, Jesus!" Yajirobe yelled towards the ever dwindling blimp. "Fuck you! Shit." His disappointment was evident.  "So fuckin close. Gah, I can't believe it. Damn." After dealing with his exasperation, Yajirobe turned his attentions to the obviously injured man left in the ring. "Listen, I'm Yajirobe eat this." He reached into his robes and pulled out a small pouch and flicked a small bean towards Hiromichi. "Where's the other one?" Yajirobe did not wait for an answer and made his way to the large central building in search of Yin. After storming through the building he found the medical bay. There were a few injured martial arts fans nursing surface wounds, however at that moment one man was being given special attention. "That must be him." Yajirobe muttered and marched towards the conglomerate of concerned fans and paramedics. "Outta the way, move it, move!" He shouldered his way through, his bulk easily parted the small but busy crowd. Without warning he thrust a bean into the obviously suffering Yin. After a few moments in time Yin's anguished shudders became lessened, until eventually they stopped, and he was calm. "He'll probably sleep for a while. When he wakes up send him to me." The words were not directed at anyone but at everyone. The nervous doctors and fans nodded their agreement and watched his he promptly turned and headed towards the exit of the room. "Where's the cafeteria I'm starving!"