Jin hit the edge of the city at full speed.
The first one came at him out of an alley before he'd made it past the second house. A man in a dark jacket, no mask, hands already glowing red. He threw them forward and a wave of fire rolled down the street straight at Jin's face.
Jin went under it.
He dropped, slid across the wet stones on one knee, came up inside the man's guard, and cut once across his chest. The man's eyes went wide. The fire died in his hands. He folded.
Jin was already gone.
Two more at the next corner. A woman pulling the bricks out of a wall with nothing but a wave of her hand, sending them flying at a group of masked crew members crouched behind an overturned cart. A big man beside her, stamping his foot, cracking the road open under the cart in long jagged lines.
Jin went through them.
The woman never saw him. One cut, and the bricks hanging in the air fell like stones. The big man turned, raised his foot to stamp again.
Jin was behind him.
