You huff as you carry the injured sorcerers over your shoulder and in your arms. Maki Zenin, coughs weakly in your arms. "Leave us..." Your senior, Nanami, whispers weakly. But he has to know that you'd never do such a thing. Before you can open your mouth to speak, you freeze in your tracks. The man, Toji, as you came to know from Naobito, stands completely still about seven yards in front of you. Your minds spins, wondering how he managed to overtake you without you noticing.