At first, Nakahiro attempted to evade Isana's attempts to grab him and disable any of his moments. When her right hand clenched around his left, he abruptly pulled his shoulder back, to pull her closer and disable any offense by taking her too close (except for biting, that is), but was forced to turn. Then, in the everlasting strive to never give up - so no one could ever call him a slacker or accuse him of giving up, even when he knew he had little chance of winning against Isana once his energy, used to speed himself up and move lightning-fast, was spent. He could feel her hand softly touch him at the neck, what would have been heavy hits in real combat. At the last moment, he bent both his knees and his neck back, to avoid the punch at his face, like if he was playing limbo.<br/><br/>He would have managed to pull that trick if not for her hand, which gripped his shoulder, almost ripped off by that Kira werewolf the night before. She tore the tissue, just beginning to heal, anew, and he stumbled at the sharp pain, coming from the wounds like if her fingers were sharp needles, piercing his flesh. He clenched his teeth, feeling hot tears well out of his eyes. The moment she let go off him, he stumbled, nearly falling, and gripped his shoulder. "Shit..." he muttered. He didn't swear often, but when he did, things were serious. At least to him. The blood was soaking through the white fabric of the shirt and beginning to stain it.<br/><br/>"You win." he smiled weakly. "And I can throw another shirt out."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Need a tissue? I got something here!" Shinobu pulled a ridiculously large fabric tissue from the pocket of her hoodie - just a little less large than it was scrambled up, and handed that big square of fabric to Yumi. "'Course I will. I mean, I don't wanna lose my gun license and then not be able to shoot Nocturne..."