The fight that Kyang just witnessed left her glad to be a distance away from it. There were cuts coming from fists, deflections coming from the wind, a pouring of energy into a desperate fight that went beyond the naked eye. She had trouble keeping up, but it was clear when it ended. Xin's bare hand had impaled his opponent with such abrupt brutality that Kyang flinched.

What followed was something that caused more shock and confusion to Kyang than any bout of ki-fueled combat ever could. Xin showed [i]mercy.[/i] It was not just the mercy that gave a chance to those forced to do wrong, not just blind mercy for absolute strangers, it was the worst kind of mercy; mercy that was giving something up in the process. There was no guarantee that these guys wouldn't go right back to being highwaymen. In the tumult of Kyang's immediate reactions, she believed that Xin didn't know what he was doing and acted accordingly.

"What?" She said sharply, throwing down the crossbow she had found. "Xin, what did you...? Why?" Things started to click together and Kyang began to shout, "You are [i]impossible![/i] You do not even know these people!" Kyang leaned forward on her glaive and gestured to one side, "You think they're going to suddenly turn their lives around because you spared them!?! Oh, talent!? Talent doesn't tell people to be virtuous! You're walking proof of that! What, is your brain made of the same as ochre dirt as the colour of your hair!?"

Kyang knew that she was not going to convince Xin grounds of morality, especially once she heard her own argument label Xin as guilty in the first place, so she threw up her free arm in futility. "Oh, have it your way then. See if the guy missing half his stomach is going to live anyway!" Kyang then threw up a finger towards Xin's face. There wasn't just morality amongst her protests, "But, so help me, if I find out that we don't get a bounty out of this - if those showmen start holding up caravans again - I'll find what makes you tick, Xin. I'll get to you. I'll find a way to make your life unbearable and I won't have to ever take a swing at you in the process!"

In the seconds that followed her rant, Kyang locked Xin's eyes with bared teeth and huffed out four short breaths. There was no way that she could fathom how to harm Xin, or whether it would make any good difference, but she was angry all the same. Venting seemed to peter her out to the point of settling down. She curled her lips, closed her eyes and began taking some deeper breaths, though they were forced and loud at first. "Alright..." Kyang said during one exhale, before breathing in again. "Let's just collect our bounty, then I don't have to deal with this any further." Kyang opened her eyes and looked to Torako, "What do we need to show as evidence. Heads? Weapons?"