"I'd rather not imagine it, thanks," Daemon replied dryly. "Things get messy when you get sharp, pointy objects in your hand."

Renji's pulse seemed even and measured, and Daemon reached out to shake the Shinigami's shoulder, seeing if he could wake him. With his back turned, he never saw River creep for the door as she dashed from beneath the desk.

"Renji?" he called, quietly, trying to rouse the redhead.