The commotion from the fight had started to calm down. People still crowded all over the street but the threat posed by the villian was finally over and he was being escorted into the back of a police cruiser; quirk nullifying cuffs safely fastened around his wrists. He still howled and yelled, trying to thrash free but without his strength boost or his spikes he was for the most part harmless. Police officers stood to the side directing traffic away from the destruction and guiding civilians to safety. Kamui shifted his gaze from the world around him and turned to his allie.

Hawks sat in the back of an ambulance getting his torso patched up. The villian had shot a barrage of spikes at Hawks while he was preoccupied with a civilian and they made contact a second before he was able to dodge. He appeared to be mostly unharmed but his shirt and jacket had been torn to shreds. Kamui slowly made his way over to him; slightly favoring his left leg after to took a fall a little too hard, he approached Hawks.

"Your not hurt too badly are you?"

Personally my preferred style of chicken are chicken strips but i feel as though Hawks would like yakitori??

Kamui shifted his eyes to the side trying to chase the flash of red thats been plaguing his vision for the last hour. At this point his life in the forest may very well be turning him crazy because he can feel eyes watching him; not the cool, deliberate gaze of the trees or the cautious, considering peer of the animals, something unnatural; a potential danger. It feels similar to a predator on the hunt, stalking their prey waiting for a moment of weakness. Well Kamui isn't known for his moments of weakness or really known for anything, but that still doesn't stop his hair from standing on edge like a cats when encountering a dog.

Needless to say Kamui isn't a prey so he remains in a state of calm while keeping an eye on his surroundings. The glimpses of red he catches on the edge of his vision are quick and too short to really see but that doesn't stop his eyes from straying in the colors direction, trying to spot it everytime it appears.