Blaze felt a bullet whizz through his hair. "Crap!" he exclaimed. It was a good thing that these goons were crappy at shooting. He grabbed Tsubaki and threw her down, and the two were envelopes by smoke. He grabbed his partner and escaped in the ensuing chaos.

"Dammit," he growled. The two had made it to the docks of the city. "You'd think a filthy rich bastard like him would hire an inspector who does his job." He examined Tsubaki's wound, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and tying it around her arm to stop the bleeding. "Lord Death ain't gonna be happy..."