This time it was Kenta's turn to look irritated. What did the man take him for, really, that he thought he'd just let someone get hurt and killed in front of him?

"What does that have to do with anything? I'm not going to just sit back and watch while someone gets shot down in front of me."

He started to move to get around one of the big metallic crates.

"And I can take care of myself, thank you very much."