For a moment there was just him and his attacker, the tip of the dagger at his throat and their eyes locked together. The smell of blood overwhelmed his senses but he tried to fight past him, to find words again. He wished to resolve this, to talk him down and find out what was behind this attack.

It's a moment that seems to last for many heart beats, but that is perhaps because Taiki's heart is racing so fast.

Then it speeds up. Everything happens far too fast. The smell of blood intensifies as a blade plunges through his attackers torse.

"No!" He gasps, a strangled cry as he watched in horror as the refugee was pulled away from him, his eyes not leaving him until he hit the ground.

Then his eyes moved, dragging up to his rescuer. Naoya. He doesn't answer the question, his eyes practically rolling back in his head as waves of dizziness wash over him.