Niikura was about to turn his attention to the necrits now that he'd finished off his share of the monsters, but it looked like his assistance wouldn't be needed: Mike had already laid the beatdown on one of them, while the civilian was actually pulling his weight (About time!) and giving the other the boot -- literally.

"Heh!" The grin on his face could not have been wider; there was nothing better than the satisfaction of a hard-fought battle finally ending in victory. Without even looking, he gave the last bat the same treatment he'd given its friend just a few seconds ago. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about."

The teen swiped the back of his hand across his forehead and looked down to inspect the blood smeared across it. He wasn't bleeding profusely, thankfully, but there was enough red on his hand to indicate that he needed to lick his wounds before doing anything else. "You guys alright? Got a little messy for a second there -- and you have got to tell me your deal, Mike-san, 'cause those moves were pretty slick."

Typical Niikura: gabbing away like this happened every day.

"And you!" he called, waving a hand at Phoenix. "Ya finish off that last one properly? Don't leave a job unfinished, yeah?"