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It worked, though now Yuki had the rest of the bandits to deal with. Staying low, he moved slowly while keeping some distance between himself the group in general. For now, the glow of light coming from the fires were enough to at least give him a good sense of direction. The figures of everyone were rather vague with the heavy fog, though Yuki's words soon gave him a better idea of what was going on.

Frowning, he carefully sheathed his sword and grabbed his dagger instead. The thief would have to do this carefully if he didn't want to cause Hitsu's death by accident. He continued to slowly make his way around the group, sneaking towards the lead. Now and then he would stop all together. Maybe they'd believe he had fled for good if he took long enough.

The ground trembled below his feet, making Blade pause to wonder where that had come from. It didn't take him long to realize they were coming from Yuki; he didn't realize the guy knew any earth magic until now. But it wasn't going to do them much good as the guy was soon bumrushed.

Gritting his teeth, he picked up the pace a little until he was behind the lead. He was no assassin, but years of sneaking around to steal things at least gave him the skills to move about discreetly. The thief couldn't just attack the guy with the risk that the bandit would jerk his arm out of shock. So instead he just slowly rose up to place the tip of the dagger at the side of his throat. With his free hand, he went to grab the man's arm with the hope he wouldn't be able to get away.

"I said. Let her go," he repeated calmly, "And I suggest you call your men off my friend as well."

In response to the man's question, Blade simply pressed the tip of the dagger into the guy. It was just enough to draw blood. However, the blade began to slowly heat up as small flames began to flicker into existence. The situation with Yuki did not look good at all, but he needed to remain calm. A wrong move could get himself into deep trouble as well, which would mean Hitsu was on her own.

Still if it came down to it, he wouldn't hesitate to kill the bandit if needed. The thief would harbor no guilt with bloodying his hands with the likes of these men.

Thankfully, the ones assaulting Yuki were told to lay off.

"He'll be alright Hitsu," he whispered, hoping to calm her. In truth he wasn't too certain how far the guys had gone with strangling her brother.

"Now release the girl," he demanded firmly once again. He thought of demanding for their supplies as well, but he wasn't going to push it, "Or do I need to slice your throat first? I'll say this much; there won't be any pretty women to ******** in hell."

A foreboding sound filled the air, that of a sudden rushing wind, a change of weather almost, a dreaded bit of deadly storm like the thundering buffet of a tornado fast approaching. Yet, nearly as fast as the mind could process what might make such a sound, there was a deafening crack, like that of a large canvas sheet being snapped in the air, but even that sound was followed quickly with a rush of smoldering air, like the waves of heat coming from the fires of a heavy forge.

Strangely, all this noise and heat came from a very specific location that was abruptly obvious to everyone in the air. The large form of dragon wings stretched across the air, centered around a single man, with wild hair and deep fiery eyes. His clothes hung in relative tatters around his body, colored dark to hide the scorches and burns from his temper and magic. His hands held either side of the young girl's shoulders, keeping her perfectly still as he towered over her. His voice was dark and low as he leaned down to the girl's frightened ear to whisper, "Don't worry, Hitsuzen. Everything just got better."

As Hanse straightened his back, his wings flapped once at the ends, driving a blistering heat in a powerful wave around him, driving away the dense fog that crippled everyone's senses. His dark eyes scanned the few bandits that were apparently giving this group of acquaintances trouble, giving each of them a glare to melt the strongest of steel. His wings slowly retracted to his back as his hands left Hitsuzen's shoulders, his fingers popping loudly as stretched them out, looking to the three bandits that were planning to have their way with the girl, then his eyes scanned the horizon briefly, piercing the darkness with a deep red glow as his magic filled him, permitting him to cut through the night, spotting a few more bandits off in the distance. His head canted off to one side slightly as his eyes widened a little bit, giving him a truly lunatic appearance, his voice sounded with deathly vehemence, "If you value anything in this world. Leave." His tone reverberated a final note, as a deep, animalistic growl resounded from his throat.