The strength boost definitely helped. Some of the lighter wounds Kazuya had inflicted were already healing up, but he let some blood from his arm drop to the ground beside them before making a grab for the teen's wrist and shoulder to pin him down.

The drops of blood bubbled and smoked and two battle maids grew out of them, their gaze glassy and blank.

"Yuria, Makira, hold." The weapons at the ends of the dolls' hands came to rest around Kazuya's neck and head as Johnny had instructed, a silent threat not to move. "I'll say it again. Back down."