Shin had no time to rest as explosions sounded behind him. Acting on reflex, he leaped off of the building he had been standing atop, not even bothering to look back at the detonating buildings. As the building that he had been standing on erupted into flame and debris, he wasn't totally stunned senseless by it, as he was somewhat prepared for the sudden sensory assault. Landing with a roll, he was basically fine, aside from a slight ringing in his ears. The dust clouded his sight, but he could still smell well enough over the smoke and ash. There were some fresh bodies dropped into the scenario. Twenty-some-odd normal humans, and about half as many that were distinctly not normal.

The dust cleared some, and Shin was able to catch sight of the newcomers. Reinforcements for the mooks, and some leadership material to make them actually put up a fight. Their costumes made it pretty obvious what they were supposed to represent; "super-villains," deluded individuals that Shin considered just pathetic enough to be worth putting out of their misery. Up until now, the threat presented by the mock-terrorists had bored Shin, but maybe now things would be getting interesting. Time to cut loose a little, he figured.

For the first time, Shin's face broke away from his carefully-crafted mask of stoic indifference. A fanged smile broke across his face, his lengthy canines poking out over his lips like the tusks of an Oni, his namesake. His normally smoldering eyes were now brightly burning; the malevolence in his gaze practically palpable. In fact, his entire body seemed to radiate a predatory killer intent. He strode toward the villain team, his stance far more loose and relaxed, almost like a loping beast. His fists clenched, nails now sharpened into hard, black talons.

In response to the steel man's threat, Oni issued one of his own, "If you surrender, I'll try to stop myself at just a taste."