The gun had been one hell of a surprise. Thankful he was just too damn pissed to care. The spring loaded trigger merely clicked as Taiga pulled on it. It had been instinct more than anything that made Mashi push his magic out around the pair effectively killing all electronics for the time being.<br/><br/>He glared at the annoyance as it was quickly substituted for a club. The primary plastic housing hardly bothered him as he shifted further into the car after the retreating male. His singluar red gaze was still hidden behind his optical wear carefully he shifted them to the top of his head.<br/><br/>"Good at least you know who I am and why I've invited you to my humble residents," he said in a light tone that didn't hold its usual growl, "I hope you grow to understand that I'm being merciful in bringing you here."<br/><br/>Not that his prey would see it like that. If anything Mashi had set Tokyo up to be a hostile place where a war would break out between different gangs and within Taiga's very own. After all there wasn't a next kumichou as far as he knew after Taiga.<br/><br/>"Common, boy, get your ass out of the car. I'm sure you need a piss or something," he glared for a bit then moved away from Taiga and out of the car. He had his prey the problem was getting him out of the car. His stomach growled making is needs known.<br/><br/>Using magic always lead to him being hungry. Hell if he wasn't known for being a hardass he would have been known by his calorie intake alone, "Hope you like hotpot," he called over his shoulder being almost civil, "It should be ready in thirty minutes. Oh and don't think about getting off this mountain alive."<br/><br/>Food was a thing all people tended to like and enjoyed when they had the time. He often cooked when given the chance. It was a skill he picked up from his mother.