Not even flicking a brow, Nakahiro watched Isana quickly incapacitate their prey. She acted fast enough not to be noticed, although in his opinion, it was too unrefined and rough, making a lot of mess, instead of the fast, secure way he used. He started packing the girl into the bag before she even told him, acting almost like a robot. There was nothing on him to be seen, nothing to be read - as if he had no remorse at death.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, his eyes noticed a shadow at the bag that he was packing the bloodied corpse into. A hand appeared on his shoulder... And he knew it wasn't Isana's. There was no one else in the street when he looked. Was it the Overwatch, or...<br/><br/>Oh. This was the Kira werewolf's territory. The spiked silhouette that cast a sharp shadow onto the pavement must have then been...<br/><br/>Nakahiro snapped back with the speed of a lighting, dragging the bag behind himself, and instinctively backing up to cover Isana. This wasn't any of that beast's underlings.<br/>It was the beast himself.<br/><br/>The pair of ice-cold eyes narrowed, glinting with a fierce light. Tsukinama's mouth, twisted into a smirk of sick, perverted pleasure slowly opened, the tip of his tongue running along his upper lip. "I come in a rather inconvenient moment, do I not?" he spoke, a silk-like deep voice, surprisingly mesmerizing for a sight like his - broad shoulders in a dark shirt, and a wild mess of silver head shadowing the scar on his jaw. One of his hands sled down to his waist, stopping only on the thick black line of his belt where his claws curled in and held onto his hip. "I would have let you know off my presence sooner, but alas, it was too entertaining to watch to interrupt. Milady, that was an exquisite show of raw force." The feral look in his eyes grew even stronger as those wandered upon Isana.<br/><br/>Flicking his wrist back, Nakahiro pushed the bag behind himself, and straightening his back moved before the younger ghoul, countering the werewolf's hungry gaze with his cold eyes. "You do come in an unfortunate moment." he agreed. It was disturbing to hear his melodic voice this cold, his face suddenly growing hostile. His arms spread to protect his companion.<br/><br/>Tsukinama's other hand raised up to his face, as if he studied the sharp tips of his nails. It was a scarred hand, wiry with strands of muscles - a hand that was a weapon. "Indeed. However... I now regret not stepping in sooner. From the bottom of my heart, I dislike scavenging... But alas, these are my hunting grounds. Leave your kills here, and I will let you depart in peace, since I'm feeling generous today." He bent his head back a little, embracing Nakahiro's figure with a provocative stare of his almond-shaped eyes.<br/><br/>"Don't you have enough prey for yourself without stealing from others?" the ghoul replied sharply, with one hand gesturing for Isana to stay quiet. Tsukinama's eyes widened a little. The smirk was as if wiped from his face.<br/>"Not all is about sheer survival. This is a matter of principle. And my principle is..."<br/>The claws became sharper. More jagged, and more deadly.<br/><br/>Nakahiro knew that the attack would follow soon. From what he knew of this Kira werewolf, he could read enough in his motions, in the tone of his voice and in the expressions in his face that he would attack in the next few moments.<br/><br/>His eyes turned a deep, threatening black, the green irises suddenly shifting to blood-red. The shirt was torn to bits at his back as two large crimson wings sprang out, spreading into both sides around him. "Isana, leave. I will catch up with you. Grab the bags and run home." he spoke.