"Well," Leonardo began as the two CEDEF agents ran through the rainy town, "I figure our options are pretty minimal. There's A) 'get to the base', B) 'locate and secure the Sawada baby', C) 'kill every enemy agent in the vicinity', and D) 'wait around, fingerpopping each other's assholes.' Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather not fingerpop anyone's asshole. Nor would I like to waste time in the pouring rain on eliminating a dozen agents out of a thousand." Which left A and B as possible courses of action Leo would prefer to take during this siege on quaint little Namimori town. He could see suits between alleyways, left and right. "I wouldn't run if I were you," the CEDEF boss advised his subordinate as he slowed down to a brisk walk, "they can't see our faces, so if we walk, they might ign- Wait. You're holding a sword. Scratch that. Looks like we're going to be doing option C anyway." He tipped his hat towards the suited fellows nearby, seemingly closing in. To be honest, it was to be expected. A normal person doesn't haul around a distinctly European sword in a Japanese area full of mafiosi. No, you'd carry a Japanese blade, which would make carrying a weapon a tad bit more socially acceptable.
To say Hinata nearly had a heart attack when the white haired lady in the furred coat randomly landed before him and Ami would be an understatement. The combination of adrenaline and surprise was not a very good one to experience, and it had caused the young man to jump a little bit, shinai brought up to his chest instinctively in a defensive position. As the lady made her necessary animesque declarations (really, why was he thinking of anime at a time like this!?), Hinata could hear the sounds of footsteps on wet pavement. Whatever was after Ami, seemed to be getting closer!
...But could they trust this mysterious white haired... swordswoman? If there was anything that interested Hinata, it was the sword that lady seemed to be hauling around. Though, the fact she was bearing a weapon freely did nothing to calm his nerves, no matter how much interest he held in swords and the like. Hinata looked to Ami, as if telling her that it was her call, after all, the woman seemed to be more familiar with her than himself.
And then fighting broke out. They wasted too much time, it seemed. The guys caught up with them, and now Ami was gonna die and it'd all be his fault. Even if he could fight, he was carrying Ami and there were so many of them. Not to mention that his sword wasn't even combat ready. Fortunately for them though, the woman seemed to be on there side - or at least, not on the bad guys'. But... Hinata's vision was focused on the blood pooling on the ground, mixing with all the rain water. He could feel some fluid make it's way up his throat as he looked on in wide-eyed horror.
Fortunately again, the sound of rain and the woman's direction made it so nobody other than Ami could see his vomit. Nor the pool of vomit left in its wake.
The young man was breathing heavily out of some type of odd fear-adrenaline-sadness-pity mixture. Though, he had managed to compose himself before the killer looked back at them and commanded them to move.
Yeah. Hinata was definitely not gonna deny that command. "C'mon Ami, we're moving," he muttered as he trudged on, doing his best to ignore the new sight and smell.