He should simply be grateful that the other hadn’t simply put a bullet through his skull - instead his nose was simply pouring of blood, throbbing in pain under one hand as he darted along the corridors, attempting to keep up with Chuuya. He wasn’t aware as to why Mori would send one of his best to break free one who had betrayed them in the past. No doubt some type of deal made with the higher ups and perhaps that too was the only reason as to why he was still holding onto his life. Ango knew too much about both sides of this city - and his ability was too useful for them to simply dispose of him. What a world they lived in...when abilities were what would tip the scales in if you were worthy to live of not.
“Watch out!”.
He’d heard the dogs before he’d had the chance to see them, eyes wide as one of the larger animals clamped their jaw around one of Chuuya’s arms, Ango freezing for a second before rushing over to help. He could just keep running, the dogs seemed to be fixed on Chuuya and he held no loyalties to Port Mafia - but, he grabbed a knife he knew to be hidden on the red head, slashing across the dogs face, enough of a hindrance to cause its jaw to slacken.
“Run! They’ll just send more after us now...”, he’d see to both wounds once they were both out of this place and relevantly safe. For now, they had to keep moving.
