You were breathing heavily, dodging blow after blow from the enemy combatants. As an Executive of the Port Mafia, you were well-trained in combat but even you were getting worn down facing off against so many foes at once.

You glimpsed movement out of the corner of your eye and turned just in time to see Dazai sauntering into the alleyway where the battle was taking place. Typical Dazai, always showing up right in the nick of time but never in any particular hurry.

"Having fun without me, Chuuya?" Dazai called out casually, hands in his pockets. A smirk played around the edges of his mouth.

You let out an irritated sigh. "Not the time for your games, Dazai. Little help here?" You gestured around at the men still closing in, though your bravado was starting to falter.

Dazai must have sensed his distraction was no longer appreciated because the smirk melted into a more serious expression. "Very well."

Without another word, Dazai launched himself lithely into the fray, taking down opponents with calculated, efficient moves. Soon he and you found yourselves back to back, facing down the last two combatants who were now looking much less confident.