Jin started to pack what things he could. He decided right after Kyoshi left that whoever was looking for him he wanted to avoid. He was hoping to participate in another one of Heihachi's tournaments and make a surprise appearance, but no announcement had happened yet. He wanted to stay under the radar until that happened and that wasn't going to be the case if this blonde knew where he was.

As he continued packing he stopped suddenly. He was getting the distinct feeling that he wasn't alone and pretended to return to packing. He walked over to a nearby closet slowly, pretending he was going into his bathroom. Stepping closer and closer, he abruptly jumped in front of the closet and opened it, only to find no one there. It was then that Buffy stepped from behind him.

"Sneaky," Jin said while still looking at the closet.

"I try."

Turning around he looked at the woman and noticed one thing: she was quite attractive. But there was a drawback to that; in his life it was the attractive ones that were the most dangerous.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Name's Buffy."

"Buffy?" Never in his life had he heard that name ever used. Brushing aside the unusual sound of it he asked, "So why are you looking for me… Buffy?"

"Your grandfather sent me to…"

"That's all I needed to know," Jin interrupted before charging at her.

Buffy narrowly dodged the oncoming punch and then got into a fighting stance. She was hoping to avoid a confrontation and now it seemed it was going the exact opposite way.

"Hey! I'm not here to hurt you…" she said.

"Funny how I don't believe you," Jin replied. He launched into a series of punches and kicks against Buffy, hoping to get a good hit in. He didn't particularly like hitting women, but knew that if Heichachi sent her she was no doubt more than capable of handling herself.

Buffy blocked and parried the blows coming at a ferocious speed. She knew the guy was good from what she remembered in the alley years ago, but just how good shocked her. She was trying to counter-punch as best she could and he was meeting them with his own blocks and parries. She desperately wanted to end the fight soon before anyone got hurt.

Jin continued punching and blocking, striking and parrying. None of his strikes landed, but he was gaining ground. He did a double jump front kick, which she blocked. As soon as he landed he spun around and backfisted, which she also blocked. Doing the same thing the other side she repeated the action. He spun one more time, his hand charging up with the power he so rarely used. He was hoping in the flurry of strikes he would catch her off guard.

Buffy had blocked his two backfists, barely, and saw Jin spinning around for another strike. It was then she noticed his hand glowing. Momentarily caught off guard she simply shuffled back and grabbed the arm instead of moving to the side or blocking it.

Jin stood against the girl who was holding his arm at bay. He struggled, straining to punch through and land a hit. Buffy saw the brightness of the hand grow in intensity. Deciding to end the standoff she threw his arm up, releasing it, and did a jump front heel kick to his chest, sending across the room.

Jin was amazed at the power of the kick. No wonder Heihachi picked her, he thought. He knew he wasn't going to get past the door without going through her and he had no desire to find out if she was any stronger. He started to think of a way to beat her and then it dawned on him: his judo skills. They were designed to be effective against a stronger opponent. The girl was quite good, but he knew her skills were like a partially polished diamond; effective, but somewhat unrefined compared to years of training. He hoped he could capitalize on that.

Buffy stood, posed and ready for an attack. Jin ran up to her and drew her reaction. As Buffy punched, Jin grabbed her arm and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her into the floor. Jin backed up as Buffy picked herself up. He surprised her, but she was more than ready to continue. Going on the offensive she started to throw punches. Jin blocked them easily and, upon seeing an opening, grabbed Buffy's arm. He turned around and twisted it, making their backs face each other. Using his hips he bent over and once again threw her over his back. She landed on the floor with an audible thud. He backed away again.

Buffy wasn't through yet. She charged at the young man, her fist ready to knock him flat on his back. Just as she was about to connect, or so she thought, Jin moved to the side. Grabbing her arm he used her forward momentum to flip her over and send her back onto the floor.

She was tired of it. She'd eaten floor three times already and was sick and tired of it. Getting up off the floor again, she changed back into her fighting stance. She ran at Jin, who looked prepared to throw her once more. But instead of striking him, she propelled herself into the air and flipped over him, something Jin hadn't expected.

When she landed behind him, Jin turned around only to be greeted by a powerful side kick to his solar plexus. He flew back across the room and collided with a table, demolishing it. He slid on the floor and slammed into the wall.

Buffy immediately regretted the power of her kick. It wasn't so strong as to kill him, but he was going to hurt for a few days. She didn't want to do it, but she was frustrated in her attempts to subdue him and lost control. Still, she accomplished what she wanted and she could live with that. She started to make her way towards him.

"Okay, so are we ready to talk or…?" she started to ask... until Jin looked up. His eyes were red with rage, burning with anger. And his murderous stare was directed at Buffy.

"Okay... this isn't good," Buffy said to herself nervously.

Readying herself for an impending attack she was surprised when a beam of light shot from Jin's eyes. Hitting her diagonally along her chest it burned a trail through her clothing and along her skin. She fell backward in pain, the blast blistering her chest. As she tried to stand and make a way for the door, another beam came and trailed along her back. She screamed again in intense pain and fell to the floor. She looked at the doorway and tried to make it as fast as she could toward it.

Jin looked at the woman and started taking pleasure in her helpless circumstance. But that pleasure soon turned to revulsion as his rational self crept back forward. Recoiling in horror at his actions, he fell to the ground and grabbed in head, muttering, "Control yourself, control yourself, control yourself..." He was lost in the rhythm of its repetition. Looking up from the floor, the last thing he saw before he fell unconscious was Buffy's fist coming toward his face.