<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">For a brief moment, he felt as if his body were floating. Then it stopped and a dull ache across his back filled his senses. It didn't last though. He lay on the floor in a daze, staring up into the blinding golden light. The man was speaking to him, but what he said didn't make sense to Kazuma. The look of concern on the human's face, however, was rather unexpected. Kazuma had been prepared for a blade to his throat, perhaps even through his heart. This what not expected. Especially when the man pulled him inside the home. Up against the wall, Kazuma struggled to stay conscious from the actions. His limbs trembled, especially his hand where he fought to keep his magic flowing to stop the bleeding. <br/>
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All was in vain though. Even worse when the human shoved aside his hand and pushed a cloth against his wound. The flash of pain briefly tore Kazuma back to the land of the living. He gave a sharp cry and gripped the human's wrist tightly. Kazuma's breathing was heavy and short. He turned his gaze to the human who had abruptly pushed against his wound. For a moment, he raised his sword, but the blade was so heavy it didn't get far. Swallowing hard, Kazuma glared at the human. <br/>
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What was he talking about? What was an 'ambulance'? Kazuma doubted he could even pronounce it right. Some words he could understand as they were similar to the common spoken in his realm. Some, though, were beyond him. He closed his eyes and forced himself to focus on breathing for a moment. Then he attempted to answer the man in front of him. <br/>
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"Attack... run..." Kazuma growled to himself and spoke in his own tongue, somewhat hopeful the man in front of him would understand the language. They'd been enemies once before, surely they had once communicated together. Right? "<i>I was nearly killed in an attack on my clan. The other Oni did not follow me, but I doubt that will stop them. Since you haven't tried to kill me, can you heal this?</i>" He gestured to the wound that was steadily staining the cloth the human had shoved against him. If the man didn't understand, Kazuma was already trying to figure a way to get the other to understand. At the very least if he could get the wound either stitched or cauterized, it would help immensely. </span>