There was the taste of blood in his mouth, and some of it wasn't his own, teeth chattering when suddenly nothing was in his mouth. Gasping a little for air, too much and it had that pain searing through him. Ribs finally felt enough that he all but collapsed the rest of the way, Reaper a blur and-

Stay down, huh? Not and issue.

Until he saw that deer suddenly go flying, using a shoulder to roll himself on to his side, squinting to try and clear his vision, that heat causing shadows to reflexively creep over 76's form with frost creeping over leather.

"Kazuma—?" His voice was rougher than usual, each breath a wheeze. Shit, when did he get here? Fuck.