Ah, fuck. Yunlan throws up an arm to block; the femur hits it with a sickening crack, a bone-breaking noise. Not his bone, he doesn't think.

"Hey, shithead!" he yells, grabbing for Jiro's wrist. If he makes the grab good, he's going to give it a twist, forcing the other man to drop his weapon. Jiro's got a lot of reach on him; this isn't a fight Yunlan wants to draw out any longer than he has to.

Not least because he'd rather not hurt the guy. It's not like there's a lot of them around. Infighting's a waste of time and resources. Plus-- well.

If Jiro's any good in a fight, he's enough bigger than Yunlan that this could end badly.

"Sit the FUCK down and give it a rest!"