"Haruki!" Nyoko pressed her hands on her mouth, rushing to her brother. "Are you... Are you alright?" she gasped, desperately trying to wipe the blood off him with her hands. He gave her a faint nod, pressing the blade of his katana onto his clothes to clean it with two quick moves, and sheathe it.<br/><br/>"It's just a few scratches." he assured her, ripping his right sleeve off to tie it around his left arm and stop covering everything in dark crimson. Even then, he still clutched the black remains of his opponent. "I won't kick the bucket because of that." It was true, he wasn't hurt too badly. Actually, he doubted that anything more than his skin was damaged... But even then, something attacked him. It was no longer any kind of play with camping and talking around the fire.<br/><br/>Nyoko, though still staring at him with completely blank eyes, nodded, grabbing both their bags and rushing after Blake, closely followed by Haruki. They needed to get out as fast as they could.