Ginji pulled away from the demon and took a handful of quick steps away as soon as it released him. His side was bleeding horribly and chunks were missing from his shoulder. He wasn't going to die, but there was too much pain for him to think properly. He had barely been holding on to himself as it was, but the relief of being released was enough to make him forget for a moment that he was fighting for control of his mind. Figured, just as he was safe...

He fell to the ground and looked up at Jack and the monster, when the new comer came he was barely aware of the noise. One of his arms wrapped around his torso, clutching the bleeding wounds. The torn shirt and blood of his shoulder was ignored for right now. His eyes were narrowed and angry, though he didn't move to attack, not even to save the man that had protected him. For a moment, he was too stunned to move.