From across the rooftops he would watch waiting seeing what these two drifters wanted with him.  He would shake his head as his hand rested upon his sword, waiting for the right moment to strike.<br/><br/>His crimson glowing eyes would narrow as he slowly pulled Ketsuekikiba from its sheath as he would zip quickly and quietly moving from one rooftop to the next one adjacent to the fighters.<br/><br/>Drawing his blade along the ground he would bring it up as the full form of Ketsuekikiba showed its true colors of crimson fury.  A sonic boom of energy would aim towards the male creature trying to slam him away from the battered female.  If anybody was going to kill an innocent it was going to be himself.