Give him a second here, guys. Shiro gasps, as soon as the tightness around his throat eases up. He takes a few long, rasping inhales, trying to steady himself.

"- Don't know." He manages, finally. "Just - ran into each other here. Suddenly he's on the ground."

His hand gestures at Vyng's bag. Rummaged through and laying next to him. "Tried water. Then tried to call you. He's hurt - I don't see anything wrong."