The placed swarmed with people in an instant. Hitahi could tell that they didn't have any good intentions either. These people were brainless husks who could, actually, probably actually kill him. He didn't care though. he just couldn't let that happen. He prepared a little before the fight came, centering his focus and stretching the spots that were a little sore. Then out of nowhere, it started raining rocks. As a few of the stones cracked their stones, Hitashi looked back to see where this turn of events were coming from and who was about to interrupt his fight. He didn't take much detail of him, being more focus on the enemies at hand, but he did get a good look at the new comer as he started choking away the poor husk's life. Hitashi would have to admit that he was taken back a little. A fight was ok, but death seemed a little extreme. None the less, he knew that the real fight was about to begin, ready or not.

"Heh, welcome to the fight." Hitashi said quietly. He didn't care if the black-haired fiend heard him or not. "Just take care of your half," he said in the same small tone this time with a small sigh.This had turned into a bigger fight than he had expected. They didn't start out small either. He could see five of the punks headed straight for them now. Without wasting a second, Hitashi hid his head behind his right arm as his left fist went straight for the first one in the line. To his unpleasant surprise, his attack missed. His opponent skillfully dodged his attack and countered with an uppercut to his guts. This hurt like hell and even sent him flying back a few feet to land on his back gasping for breath. He was awestruck. Never has he been sent flying or hit with such force. The first thing he had to do was git back on his feet. Springing back, he corrected his posture ready to block or dodge as needed. The five punks had him surrounded there was no way to dodge now. Hitashi hid his head in both of his arms and charged a full on tackle at one of the guys knocking him to the ground. The others were in pursuit, ready to punch the living daylights out of him. Hitashi quickly brought the guy he just tackled to his feet and twisted his arm behind his back to immobilize him. This guy was now his shield, battering ram, and decoy all in one. Hitashi bashed his hostage into the other punks and followed up with a kick to their guts, immediately pulling back and using the hostage as a shiled before picking a new target.

That isn't to say he never got hit. He did, a lot; and it hurt, a lot. His bruises were getting bigger and bigger and a deeper almost black color as they began to spread across his body. More and more punches and kicks landed, some causing bruises to become actual cuts, spilling blood and causing more exhaustion. Toward the end of his battle with the five punks that had attacked him, he was barely standing, but able to move on. He was sure the guy he used as a hostage was dead, and died mid-battle as he no longer seemed to flinch or struggle, so he tossed him aside and caught a small breather, looking to see how his friend was holding up.