Rakutsu saw this coming from ten miles away. The moment the lead biker showed such blatant disrespect in front of the Yakuza was the sign. He could have salvaged the deal by swallowing his pride and apologizing to the Yakuza, but he didn’t. Instead, the man had the audacity to attack the Japanese men. The teen actually felt disgusted for his fellow Japanese. Them being criminals became irrelevant in that moment.<br/><br/>He didn’t jump down to fight. Not right away. The mention of a trump card was still fresh in his mind, so he waited. The Yakuza will surely show their hand in this situation, right? His intuition was correct, but not what he expected. The remote in his eyes told him this. Their ace wasn’t a meta, but a device. One made for killing. The device was odd in his mind and even reminded him of an enemy from the xcom games.<br/><br/>The ballbounder did little to help the Yakuza, who were being slaughtered by the bikers. This signaled him to action. His form dropped from the upper floor, kicking one of the bikers in the head as he landed. The second one fell to an elbow to the chest and a quick strike to the head. The third a roundhouse to the temple. Finally, he moved on Cueball. The large man was much stronger then the other bikers, which he felt as soon as his fists connected with his face.<br/><br/>His arms soon moved to the axe, trying to wrestle it out from the biker. “If you want to live focus on dealing with your enemy instead of me!” He shouted to the remaining Yakuza using his native Japanese tongue.