Whatever he collided with, he collided hard. Kristof must have smashed this being good. The vile smell and acrid taste lingered for but a few moments more. He still could not see the creature strewn across the buffet hall, but he could feel it as he pushed himself away. A strange texture, one that did not make logical sense in the strongman's mind.
"I'll be fine." Kristof spoke somewhat feebly in a poor dialect. Sitting upon the slain beast now the foreign man glared across the convention floor. A college aged boy, seeming to just have arrived from classes. Beside him a much younger girl who seemed somewhat gaunt, her orange hair appeared rather striking through Kristof's blurred vision. A doctor, the one who has saved him looked away as soon as their gazes met, rather bashful wasn't he? A heavily built policeman, one of the last standing. And a young woman who appeared just as gaunt, if not more so than the small girl, her name was Jenica, the thief.
Finally placing his eyes back to the pair of kids close to him. Kristof spoke to answer the young man's questions, "See? That I could not, however, I could smell the putrid odor, taste the stale air, and through the help of the frightened doctor behind me, hear the beast." The foreign man spoke in his usual broken Japanese. "And I couldn't be better." He quickly added with a hint of sarcasm, not wanting to go in detail about his brush with death. Staring directly at the college boy he spoke once more, "Those are bad for you, quit while you can young one." Kristof let off a warm and endearing smile.