[Somewhere in the middle of all of that bullshit, Yujin's mind distantly registers that Jake is far, far over the line. His body, however, has long ago surged into action, operating on pure, thoughtless reflex.
(In the next car, a woman glances through the window leading into their car right on time to see Yujin lunge. Her jaw drops: whisking her Mardreave into her arms, she hurries away, calling for the conductor. Yujin, full of adrenaline and half-blind with rage, has missed this entirely.)
Jake won't get to finish that name. Yujin drives a fierce right hook into his jaw. Hard enough to knock him off his feet? Maybe. At the very least, it'll wipe that smug smile off his face.]
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(In the next car, a woman glances through the window leading into their car right on time to see Yujin lunge. Her jaw drops: whisking her Mardreave into her arms, she hurries away, calling for the conductor. Yujin, full of adrenaline and half-blind with rage, has missed this entirely.)
Jake won't get to finish that name. Yujin drives a fierce right hook into his jaw. Hard enough to knock him off his feet? Maybe. At the very least, it'll wipe that smug smile off his face.]