*my gas mask falls to reveal my face with a bloodied nose, seemingly broken* *ash swirls and lacerated throughout my face, and the nose cracks and sears itself back in place* Of course I did. This is my people to deal with, not yours. Perhaps if fate were different, I would've allowed you to go about your ways- *I slash several more time and end with me flicking my sword towards the ground, mimicking the technique of getting blood off a katana* *with each slash, ash bursts and enters my body until it forms a thick second skin, made grey with cinders* -but today is not that day.