Startled though he was by that, he immediately thrust his katana through the heart of a second man as all hell broke loose. Kazuto didn't think about what he was doing - he simply went with the adrenaline pumping through his body and tried not to flinch from the loud gunshots. He was in a bit of trouble when it seemed his sword wouldn't pull free of the body it had been sheathed in, but he got it out just in time to dive out of the way of a blast of air that tore up the stones.

"Aren't you Italian?" he shouted above the ruckus. The stranger didn't have a Japanese look about him.