Jin went in low.
The first tonfa came around in a short, tight arc at Hae-seong's knee. Jin didn't want the knee broken. He wanted it to bend. He wanted the man on the ground.
Nothing reached for him. No grip. No tearing.
The iron cracked against Hae-seong's leg, and his knee buckled.
Jin didn't stop. The second tonfa was already moving, sweeping up under Hae-seong's arm as he dropped, catching him in the ribs. The first came back around and struck his shoulder. Then his thigh. Then the side of his head, a glancing blow that snapped it sideways.
