"Yeah," Tyki said, straightening up with the cravat in his hands. "But I didn't want to bleed even more until we were ready to bind it up."

The manic look in his eyes was fading, replaced by a deep exhaustion. It was hard to concentrate to use his powers, to maintain that focus constantly to ensure that he didn't get shot, and kill the akuma, without anything fizzling. And he had been awake, doing this with few breaks, for two days now.

He closed his eyes and his brow furrowed for a moment, and then the piece of shrapnel fell through his arm and clattered to the ground.