Moving targets are always challenging but he kept up with his practice. Small knives flew across their closing distance and implanted themselves into Choi's friends knees, ankles, the meat of their butts. Just for kicks. He picked off Choi's companions one by one as they made the break for it. Until it was down to just one man.

He chased Choi down to an alley. There are three escape paths for Choi. But Choi won't do it. Jason just crippled all his lackeys, his brothers in arms. As expected, Choi turned and faced him. Hard lines on an otherwise smooth face. Jason's just like his mask. Neutral even as his flame knife ends it as quick as he can, as quietly as he can.

When Korra regroups with him, Jason has his helmet off. He's sitting down and leaning back on a hand, putting his weight on one side. He looks exhausted but satisfied. He's grinning at Korra for a job well done. To both of them. Choi's blood is on his shoulder, too dark to be fresh.

"You're not so bad yourself, your Highness. So what do I owe you for covering my sorry ass?" He teases, looking back at the contained chaos below.