Jin rushed in at a group. The group consisted of people going crazy against each other, ripping shirts and throwing punches. Some even fired fireballs from their hands, or even used telekinesis to push foe away.
They were mainly attacking a young elf who stood in the middle of them with tattered clothes, and a grubby face.
Jin whipped out his dagger. "What is all of this about?" He started sauntering toward the group with his arm stretched out vertically.
A man stopped. "This guy is the mole! We saw him! He attacked another man's wife for nothing!"
A woman remained on the ground, unconscious, bleeding. Jin had only just noticed her there.
An elf received a fiery punch to his face. Then another. He staggered, steadied and looked at Jin. "I'm not the mole—I swear! And I didn't attack that—" he received a punch to his face. He staggered, but steadied.
Jin darted forward, then teleported.
