As likelihood predicted, Mondo is flipped off his prey. Not being at full height, Vinnie's kick was much indeed more effective at striking. He's sent through the air a small ways, dragged across the ground and rolled to his back. Stunned but feeling the momentum of a fight coursing through his nerves, he sits up as quickly as possible, taking a quick moment to shake the stars out of his skull- as well as wipe his mouth and spit. His face is a gross mess.

Now he could get a clearer look at his assailant, albeit with skewed eyesight. It was that yakuza guy Kiyotaka pointed out earlier. Shock is evident by the way his eyeballs bloom into asymmetrical circles because he couldn't believe who he was getting involved with now. If Red getting clobbered was his business, then he was totally fucking with yakuza ties here. In his mind, anyone associated with Red was immediately branded an enemy, and an asshole if they were willing to defend him. But even if he were dealing with members of a familiar criminal organization and needed to at least acknowledge that he needed to watch his step a little more, he would never back down on his policies, and he would never let someone get away with something so heinous. Besides, this isn't the first time he'd brushed shoulders with the yakuza. His eyes narrow.

"This is personal! When bastards like him go around steppin' on people who matter to me, I teach 'em a lesson!" He begins to rise to his feet, raring to take on both of them at once if he had to. "So lay off... unless you wanna join him."