The reaction was swift and calculated. Aya jumped out of the lunge's way while drawing his sword. He tugged Omi in to stand in front of him. His hold shifted to a more comfortable one with the change of position. He set the blade against the blonde's throat.

It was a detestable move, and he especially hated to pull it using Omi. He wasn't sure if he hoped Omi would understand or not. He couldn't see the shock and confusion on the boy's face, but he could hear it in the quiver of his voice.

"Aya-kun..."

He didn't allow his expression to falter. If there was one thing he could match Batman on, it was his poker face. And from a known assassin, the threat should be real.