There was a feeling of satisfaction, a job well done as the last bystanders disappeared from the scene. It was the same feeling as a victory at a battle. Yet nobody was hurt from his actions. Quite the opposite in fact. A grunt of annoyance came from him however as some soldiers removed part of the barrier. He hadn't put too much effort into it, but it was still annoying. Any loose rocks or wind blasts or whatever would all go past and damage property of people. But at least nobody would die. Well, with that done he jumped on the wall, now choosing to simply observe the fight, curious as to who would win. With no dog in the fight, it would be an entertaining experience.

It was then that his eyes fixed themselves on what he had been missing. The lily-blade. Pupils enlarged, his heart beat like a hurried drum. When compounded with the obvious skill the woman had with the blade, the soldier had only one conclusion to draw. 

[color=8dc73f]"The Laughing Lily."[/color]

Temujin threw off his cloak, looking down on the three medals gleaming on chest, pinned to the worn green uniform he wore. The Kingdom had betrayed him. But he couldn't betray its people. Maybe the authority issuing the medals were vile, but they still meant something. His promises to his homeland, his nation, they still meant something. He could not simply allow a murderer to frolick about like this.

Jin was no Dai Li agent to be able to somehow crawl along a smooth wall without even using earth bending. But with a few buffs of effort he followed Ena all the same. As she climbed up on a roof, he slammed a foot into the ground to push himself up at level with the roof of another building on a long pillar of dirt. She was looking for something and seemingly followed.

A victim, perhaps. As she jumped down so did he. She was incredibly fast, and he had to work to catch up. Jin used his bending to accelerate his travel, leaping from rock to rock that he pushed out of the ground as a sort of series of springs to keep him going faster than his legs could take him by themselves. He entered the market, looking about. Curses, she was nowhere to be seen!

No, the fluttering rug, that had to be it! Sprinting through it he stared at Ena, the supposed lily bandit. If the stories were true, he was at great risk. He took a deep breath, bunching his hands into fists at his waist. Then he slowly widened them into flat lengths as they rose to his clavicle, making a dense layer of earth as impromptu armour around his legs and waist. As remarked before he was no Dai Li agent to make delicate form fitting gloves of stone and the like. But he did make big crude boxing gloves of rock on either fist. [color=8dc73f]“You, boy, get out of here. This one is a killer. The Laughing Lily.”[/color] Then his attention turned to Ena. Jin had survival instinct enough to feel himself in great danger, imagining Ena cackling as her blade ended his life. But there was a duty to stamp out the evil of this reviled bandit. [color=8dc73f]“Drop the sword, hands forward, and this can go quietly. Your terrorizing of this land ends now.”[/color] He hoped the bandit would surrender, but knew will enough it would be a one in a million chance. He also very much hoped the kid there had the wits to run off rather than be taken hostage. 

Suddenly, he winced, remembering the old man. Who was taking care of him now? A pang of guilt hit him, his hands lowering ever so slightly. But, he was just one man. Who knew how many lives she took? Again the fists came up, ready to hand out a beating.