It didn't fall on blind eyes what this woman was doing. 

Posturing herself, attempting to come off as a bit more highborn than she likely is. Puffed out chest, strongly held stance. It was all pretty normal for those who aren't truly confident on the battlefield. Some incredibly convoluted fighters actually do this to make themselves seem weaker than they actually are, and it was often hard to tell the difference between the two. Assuming that she was the former was safe enough.

[color=bc8dbf]"No, I genuinely believe that women don't belong on the battlefield. Mostly due to their inability to control their emotions."[/color] Behind his mask he sneered, quickening his pace to close the gap more shortly. Shin's vest and cuffed pants were starting to flutter in the wind as he began moving quicker and quicker. [color=bc8dbf]"You see, even though men have more latent violence in them, women have much more potential violence!"[/color] As he finished his sentence he was practically shouting, as well as practically sprinting. The gap between them had cut to a meager twelve feet. Shin's visage of politeness was almost immediately shed, something about the atmosphere of this tournament had made him too excited to engage his first opponent. 

With both of his feet he hopped forwards somewhere between a skip and a long jump, bringing his left leg upwards more sharply than his right. Twisting himself just before he lifted off of the ground, Shin made sure to turn his head to pace with his spin, keeping a sharp eye on whatever movements his foe made. The metal ball rolled along his toe and rose up faster than his leg to a slight tug of the chain from his right, allowing it to rise up to shoulder level. Snapping his left arm outwards he captured the length of the chain in his hand and brought the total momentum around his body. With all of the weight being thrown to his right by the spin, he swung his body and the weight around in a massive arc. 

Once the spin had made almost a full revolution, he released the chain with his left hand and shot out his right arm. Keeping a tight grip on the handle, it forced the chain and weight to arc around towards the connective tissue between her eye socket and temple. Intending to snap the bone holding her eye in place with one colossal swing of the weight. As well as keep himself at a safe distance from that diamond blade. As the chain shot out, as well, his right foot planted sharply on the ground before his left followed more softly.