A strange, iridescent beam hits Takashi in the stomach, where the sniper round had just impacted him. The beam was traced back to the metallic palm of a man in a crimson jacket, crouching on a nearby rooftop. He had his left hand raised, to show that he was a friendly, and then gestured at the beam emanating from the palm of his right, prosthetic hand. Sure enough, the Samurai's wounds were healing rapidly, and an empty bullet shell fell out of the sealing wound. After another moment, he leaps down from the rooftop amidst the group of four, readying a handheld blaster of sorts as he does so, "Michael Drake, at your service. I'm friendly--don't worry guys, I'm just tryna help out here."