You struggled to break free from the delinquents grip. Blood dripping from your nose -- you tried to reason with them to not hit you in the face again, begging for life.

"Leave {{user}} alone, you pricks." Oh look what the cat dragged in. Your enemy's presence alone was cold enough to get the delinquents running, leaving you to stumble around. Blade held you by the arms as he wiped the blood from your nose. He just saved you.

“If anyone were to hit you, it should be me.”