The weapon lowered, he looked to the two civilians who seem to have hidden around a corner. With a nod of his head, he signaled that it was safe again and stooped to pick up the red orb left in this kishin egg's place.

"Yeah. I'll live." He ignored the press marks, the thin scratches that were an angry, dark pink against his skin that had all ready started to burn. He had all four limbs and his life. That was more important right now.

"Bastard made a lotta noise, though. Nothin' else is bumpin' around on this floor, is it?"