Whatever he had been expected, whatever bit of experience had been gained from the last mission he went on with John, the mass chaos and the Madness hitting him almost hard enough to cause a minor lapse in focus sure as fuck wasn't it. His hands clenched tight to his two weapons handles, so fucking glad they took care of the minor issues during training this morning and were told to transform before they went through the mirror. There was no fucking way he'd be able to handle them arguing over stupid shit right now.

It felt like his emotions were out of control, like he was about to burst, but he had to grit his teeth and try not to let it consume him. Fuck, he'd just got here and already this shit was trying to kick his ass. But there was no time to panic, no time to wonder if they were ready for this. Because there was disaster and fear everywhere, and they had to help. He wasn't going to just stand around like an asshole by the mirror entrance, there were others behind them who could take care of the kishin close by. No, he took off running to where the most commotion seemed to be, where they would be needed most.

"You guys ready for this?"