Yoshi grit his teeth and caught the bag. since he'd already resheathed his sword. The blade not in his hand would be even harder to take. But he didn't care if it was taken. It was forged using some of if not the hardest material anyone knew of. The very same used to make yato umbrellas. The blade was a family heirloom. It'd lasted for a very long time and damn sure wouldn't given in now. "Look. I don't have time for you. The yato is priority." He said to guy as he hop up and kicked out to try and push the man back. He had a good grip on the pole he could use it to pull himself away or perhaps climb it. He hated his superior right now. She had to be a bitch and handcuff him to this crap.