The entrance of the prime members of the League filled Shin with mixed emotions. The mix was about even between boredom and contempt. On one hand, he reviled this farcical ceremony, the shameless clowns that put it on, and the mockery it made of the genuine efforts of many of those present to bring justice to the world. On the other hand, he couldn't give less of a shit about the aforementioned clowns or their over-inflated self-importance, and just wantedto get this all over with. Regardless, he stood silent, idly rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles as the ceremony progressed.
At the conclusion, an offer was extended for those present to go out and bring some real justice to the city. As restless as Shin was, he decided against it. He didn't want to show his hand this early, nor risk his own life by holding back. Not to mention that it was still broad daylight out; the slightest cut or hole in his clothes and he would be filled with flaming agony. No thank you, sir.
Rather, he followed the crowd into the Hall to partake in the trials. He removed none of his protective clothing once indoors, as he found the disguise comforting among this many dangerous strangers. Pariah gave his briefing, and Shin was again somewhat conflicted. The challenge sounded doable. He would be able to complete it without giving away too much, from the sound of it. The non-lethal condition on the exercise was worrisome. Not that Shin really desired to kill any of the staff; he just was unsure that he still knew how to pull his punches. Still, they were all heroes here, or at least they claimed to be. If they were willing to break his bones, surely they were prepared to receive the same treatment. Or maybe a maiming or two. Again, lethality was the only restriction.
Shin paced the briefing room like a caged tiger, eager to finally cut loose and spill a little blood.