With a huge gap between them he eyed the man up and down, trotting rather quickly towards him. That hundred feet quickly snapped to seventy-five and then fifty, it seemed that Shin was moving just fine in the increased gravity. Even without breathing in the fumes of the water he was well trained enough to know how to adapt to extra weight, his ability to move was only marginally reduced. Especially without the excess weight of his clothing. Once he reached the halfway point, he noted a vial in the man's hand. As the assassin continued his run he watched him down this vial.

He watched him down the vial and hammer a nail in his coffin. 

There isn't much that Shin knows about magic and potions, as he has always avoided witchcraft. It's an art created by the weak to stand up to the strong, and it was cowardly as well. What he did know of was drugs and steroids. If this man was drinking this vial in the middle of a tournament, it was likely a performance enhancer. Another cowardly tool, just like magic. 

Perfect. 

[color=bc8dbf][i]What does it enhance? Does it make him stronger? Faster? Maybe it makes his spells stronger? Maybe he needs it to cast spells?[/i] [/color]Analyzing every little possibility, Shin began to swing himself back and forth into a serpentine. Sharp sidesteps and unpredictable placements of his feet, keeping himself from running in a straight line as well as keeping himself moving. 

Though he was darting around rapidly, still closing the distance, Shin's singular eye was still locked on Metz. From his foe's head to his foe's toes, the assassin's eye ran him up and down like a scanner. Every single detail about his visage was taken in one by one. 

[color=bc8dbf][i]Very thin, facial hair, oddly colored eyes, scarred though not particularly grizzly. Pale and gaunt are weak traits, poor genetics at work. His armor is addled with holes and looked dingy, poor quality. Likely made by hand. Normal pants and boots, though maybe hiding underarmor. A knife on his chest, a gun at his waist, and a backpack.[/i][/color]

But lo and behold, there it was. Shin's inner monologue was halted sharply when he saw more of those vials on his belt. Four total. [color=bc8dbf][i]Limitations abound in this tournament.[/i][/color]

Behind the iron case of his mask, a malicious smile ran from ear to ear. [color=bc8dbf]"You have a short supply, don't you?!"[/color] The assassin teased, there were so many weaknesses on his foe that were visible even from a distance. There was such an uproar of laughter inside of his own head, maybe this man didn't even know how to fight. This would be so much fun!