Kensaki tried as hard as he could to get out of the action and escape to somewhere safe. He didn't like violence, he didn't even like blood till he saw it. He hated even bending his own blood... Yet, he appeared strangely calm, as if he has already dealt with the situation, carelessly dragging his untied shoelaces behind. He was pushed forwards and rocked to the sides by all the other people around, but he didn't care about those, either. His mind has drifted away from the prison again.<br/><br/>That was, till someone's leg appeared before him, and he, out of his mind, tripped over it, and stretched himself across the floor as he was, falling face-down onto the cold metal. His mouth was filled with blood... Oh, why does he have to be so fragile? Now the guards will surely find him and shoot a bullet straight through his head...<br/><br/>As if he'd care. He forced himself up, standing up with all the strength in his lanky body, getting almost trampled, but when he managed to sit up, almost everyone was gone. Just some large silhouette before him could be seen - a metal bender using the very bullets fired at him as a weapon. The figure collapsed...<br/><br/>And revealed Kensaki, still stretched on the floor like a bizarre black-and-white scarecrow. His green eyes remained apathetic despite the danger... What did he care? Maybe he wanted to die, anyway.<br/><br/>Maybe he didn't. He gave the prison guard a desperate look, and raised his hand to his mouth. The white skin and black fingernails were all of a sudden coated in red as he bit right between his wrist and his thumb, and it was dripping down both his forearm, and his chin. It sank back down.<br/><br/>"Ow." he exclaimed calmly. If the guards made one step more, or tried to fire a round, he'd shoot in his own way... That he was sure of.