“Kai!” All Naoki had time to process was that his bandmates weren’t the only ones with mysterious powers. Before his eyes was a man holding a gun that radiated a rapidly fading yellow glow, looming over a fallen Kai, who was bleeding out from a bullet wound.
Without a second thought, Naoki charged at the silhouette, catching the stranger as he turned and wrapping his arms about the man’s form, even as he rammed into a solid chest, head first. The man tripped over a cement block and went down. Naoki checked his momentum, staggering a step or two. In planting his foot, he felt his ankle give awkwardly and nearly collapsed to one knee but managed to keep his footing, though it meant a jarring pain as his locked knee took his weight.
“Nao...ki?”
Kai’s slurred gasp gave him a moment’s relief
