Agito was on the ground by then, shoulders shaking and bleeding. His small body couldn't take everything it was being thrown against. The fight will Akira...no, any AT battle for that matter was nothing like this. It didn't take that much of a toll, plus shooting a fang without his regalia only made things worse for his legs. Fuck.
That voice...
Lifting his head, he spat out a bit off blood and looked up at X and...Haine? Staring stupidly at the other for a brief moment, Agito sighed, his body not relaxing but more at ease. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want, and he's the one that picked the fight with me." Agito scowled, taking a moment to catch his breath and push himself up to his knees, holding his stomach. "I don't need you rescuing me like some kind of fucking hero either..."