Jin rushed the moment he heard the village down by the river was being invaded by mongols. He had never thrown on armor so quick, nor sharpened his sword so rough. Maybe it was a targeted attack specifically meant to attract him. Targeting his partner, who he purposely kept far away from him. Away from the danger that surrounded him.

He took only a few trusted Samurai with him. This village was small, though it seemed large when engulfed in flames and filled with agonized sobs. Even with the catatonic environment, his eyes were drawn strictly to the small, ran through cabin down by the sand. Right along the river.

“Separate. Save anyone who cannot defend themselves. Uphold your honor.” He said to his comrades. Then he urged his horse toward the house.

Seeing {{user}} coughing on the ground, held by their hair, ignited pure rage within Jin. He had to calm himself, to remember what his uncle always told him. Samurai control their emotions.

His expression went stoic, just as quick as his blade sliced the perpetrators neck. Their head was thrown clean.

“Up. You will not die here.” Jin firmly grabs {{user}} by their shoulder, hoisting them up on their shaking legs with a supporting arm around their injured waist.

With swift feet, Jin pulled them onto his steed. He kept their body against his, and for a moment he was still. Holding them let him take a breath. The bridge of his nose pressed firmly against their nape, breathing them in. Their blood and sweat, but still them.

“You will no longer reside away from me. It was a foolish mistake I made from the start.” He muttered, urging his horse once more toward the path. His comrades have managed the threat, killing the deadly but few mongol invaders in the village. With the nod from them, Jin fled the town, heading somewhere safe to treat {{user}}.

“Where are you hurt?” He asked once they were far enough. His hand grazed their waist, feeling the blood dampening his palm. His expression darkened, worry brewing under the surface.