[He stares at him, at a loss for words. Uncertainty covers his mind for a moment - what did he mean, what did he want - and then it all snaps into clarity without a moment's hesitation.
His kunai are in his hands in moments and he's crouching in an attacking stance.]
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His kunai are in his hands in moments and he's crouching in an attacking stance.]
Back the hell off, ki - whatever you are!