At the point, his nose was bleeding badly to the point where he knew he was losing more blood than he should be. That man had really roughed him up. All in all he was fine, but his shoulder was burning and he had to breathe through his moth so he didnâ€™t end up inhaling blood. That might seem a tad dramatic, but asphyxiation on his own blood was one of his weirder fears oddly enough. He probably should have at least cleaned up before descending the fire escape stairs but he knew there was no time for that and cleaning up could wait for another time. Unfortunately he was getting blood all over his clean shirt as it slowly tricked down his chin but that was something else that could be dealt with later. Right now he had to put his trust in his colleagues to, once again, clean up after him and help him get the hell out of here before anything else happened. Knowing his luck he was not out of the woods yet, more trouble was bound to show it, he felt like he was a fucking magnet for trouble sometimes. He knew it drove them all up a wall that he was so reckless but if violence cannot be helped then he was not going to hold back.<br/><br/>By the time they had reached the first floor and exited into the alley way, he was starting to feel a bit dizzy again; more than likely it was a combination of exhaustion and loss of blood. It was getting harder to focus but he knew he had to keep going and the sight of the car at the end of the alley only added to his frustration and he could feel himself tense again. Perhaps he really was too trigger happy for his own good sometimes, for he found himself absently reaching for his gun once again even though he knew he was supposed to stay low. He growled quietly, feeling his heart rate pick up again as adrenaline started to take over once more. The look in his eyes was more than evident that he was ready to defend Shizu until the bitter end. He didnâ€™t care how many men were waiting for them, he would make sure to send them right to Hell with a bullet in their skull. And once he ran out of bullets, he would beat them beyond recognition with his bare hands until his knuckles bled.<br/><br/>This strange urge to protect her was growing stronger, and he had yet to figure out exactly what compelled him to be this violent, more reckless than usual. He was about to go after the men but Shizu had called his name, capturing his attention, gesturing for him to follow her. The bullet hitting the wall beside him made him tense again, and he looked behind them again to see that there were more men coming. This was too narrow a space and didnâ€™t allow much room to take cover, and he thought the hotel hallway was a horrible idea. Before he even knew what hit him, he noticed the change in Shizuâ€™s eyes; he would be lying if he said he wasnâ€™t worried about her Oni side. Something told him she knew what she was doing, however, and before he knew it she grabbed his hand and everything turned blurry, like they were moving at high speed. It certainly did not help the fact that he was already feeling dizzy.<br/><br/>When they eventually stopped, it was relieving. He held his head for a moment and leaned against the wall of the old building, trying not to vomit. It wasnâ€™t that he minded going fast he just wished there would have been a warning explaining just how fast they were about to move.<br/><br/>â€œI am alright, I assure you,â€ he told her softly once he recovered a bit more, following her inside the building. After taking a quick look around, he gave her a nod, â€œThis old building will beâ€¦ fine for staying low. I agree that it is better to rest as I do need to recover, and I am sure that you wish to rest as well.â€ He didnâ€™t like the idea of sitting on a filthy old couch, but he didnâ€™t trust the floor either, so he shrugged slightly and sat on it. The room felt like it was spinning, but he was able to keep his composure enough to check his phone again, grinning with slight amusement. Oh they were definitely pissed. That was to be expected, he though with a dry chuckle and a sigh. The shit he puts them through, it amazed him that they put up with him some times. Indeed, he was a stubborn and determined man despite his recklessness. He could already hear Ivan scolding him, calling him a pain in the ass once he found him. A mental note was made to apologize to them later but he was sure it wasnâ€™t needed. Then again they were always willing to help out no matter how much shit hits the fan.<br/><br/>He narrowed his eyes a bit as he rubbed his shoulder lightly again as he leaned back on the old couch, fighting the urge to sneeze from the amount of dust in this place. With his nose still bleeding pretty badly sneezing would be something else that wouldnâ€™t end well and he wanted to avoid it for as long as he could. There was also a growing itch, and he ended up wiping his nose on the sleeve of his jacket, wincing slightly. Daring to lightly touch his nose, he was thankful that it wasnâ€™t broken though it sure felt like it was. He knew he was probably going to have a nasty bruise for awhile, but that was better than having a broken nose or bleeding out.<br/><br/>In the end he was thankful to be alive. The fact that he and Shizu could work together like that was definitely a bit more reassuring. â€œMy contact is working to get us out of here as quickly as possible,â€ he gave her a nod once he fought the pain away. â€œIf we are going to stay low, I feel it is best that we remain here until I hear from them again.â€ Assuming they were not going to be found again, he told himself, deciding to leave that bit out. Something told him there was a chance they would be, but he also doubted it since the people he trusted were damn worthy of every last bit of trust he could ever place on someone. They were going to get out of Japan soon. And once they did, everything would be alright and he could work on giving Shizu the real, true freedom that he felt she so deserves. Should he voice that? No, he decided against it.<br/><br/>He needed to rest right now, feeling the exhaustion beginning to sink in again. How much longer did they have to stay here? Resting was not bad, as he was feeling more and more fatigued, but he was anxious to just get out of here.