Kelin didn't like being ordered around. But he could see the good sense in what the woman was saying. [color=orange]"I wish you the best of luck in your battle!"[/color] He shouted, turning to go. [color=orange]"As if you'll need it. HA!"[/color] he added, seeing Yuuma make quick work of at least three Hounds. The last exclamation was not one of laughter, but wry amusement and confidence that the three companions he left behind could handle themselves. He turned quickly, and lunged back through the entryway and into the normal world. He didn't like having the sounds of battle to his back, he was not a coward nor a deserter. But some things were more important than his pride. 

The world took on it's usual hues. A familiar blast of an assortment of colors briefly shocking his pupils. They quickly adjusted however as he dashed towards the Cafe. The boy rested in his iron arms, one arm tucked in the crook of the boy's knees and the other cradling his shoulders and neck. He felt a cold breeze on his left leg-the one he had used to kick the hounds.  He looked down to see the pants leg in tatters and splattered with blood. They must have tried to rip at it when he kicked them. His skin however hadn't been pierced. The blood was likely from the rather messy deaths of the Youkai he had witnessed. Kelin shifted his gaze, trying to asses the damage done to the boy. Alas, there was a lot of blood splattered from the Hounds and he could not tell how much of it was the boy's. Kelin kept running.