Shin was in his element. Now that his adrenaline was up, it almost felt like old times where he felt like he was moving a little faster and everyone else was moving a little slower in the middle of the fight. Of course now he knew that in reality no one's speeds had changed at all in those fights, he was just able to think and react a little faster than normal during the stress of the situation.
Four tribesmen remained, and they seemed a little more cautious than they were at the beginning of the bottle. Maybe the one shin had taken out was their best fighter. They all moved at the same time, trying to overwhelm his defenses. Three punches came at once. He redirected one with a sharp strike to the inside of the puncher's wrist, and narrowly avoided a straight to his jaw by bringing his head down to his shoulder. The third punch hit him very solidly in his side.
