When Toshi heard footsteps behind him, it was already too late. He tried to bolt forth faster, but surprisingly, she wasn't shooting at him... What was going on? She looked out of... Normal, whatever normal was. His own dark eyes widened, staring at her, and he attempted to draw the katana from the sheath at his back, but not before he felt her arms closing around his arm. And then, she collapsed, and dragged him with her.<br/><br/>He hardly even took the words she said into account. The main issue right now was not to fall in a painful way... His body shifted aside, crashing into the ground with his shoulder, and only softly hitting his head on the surface of the road. He went to pick the sword up and fight, but then he noticed that she was no longer awake. What happened? Was she just pretending, or...?<br/><br/>He pulled his hand out of her grip, and cautiously reached at her face, for a moment putting one hand onto her forehead. Oh my, blazing hot... What was she doing? Why was she like if someone put her into a fire?<br/><br/>Pinching at her or kicking her into the side didn't work. Well, maybe something really was wrong... And he had enough morals to not just leave her there. After all, she sounded... Distressed. Like someone begging for his life. It was a familiar tone to him... And he grew to hate that tone from the depths of his hear, because he feared it. It was an old fear. No, he wasn't going to fight her. He took off his hoodie and shirt underneath, wrapping them around her, and dragged her onto the edge of the road, more into the field than on the asphalt.<br/><br/>If she'd wake up any soon, she'd find him sitting on the edge of the road himself, legs crossed in the dust, and his pale body only in a tight tank top, stuck to his thin figure. His katana was still hanging across his back. He'd take guard till she'd wake up... And then ask her what she wants.