Still getting used to the prosthetic and it's feel Noah stands above the still stained penthouse suite of the hotel he had help defend weeks ago. Was his first taste of a fight in decades, not that he avoided then previously more didn't get tangled up into real wars like that night was, the pain of the toxins and the realization that he was not nearly as immortal and invulnerable as he once thought hit him harder now then they had that night.

The penthouse would be the last floor to be taken care of, and Noah wished to do it himself. He called and allowed for it to be destroyed, the two who had made it that far should have been quick with, but Noah allowed for his temper to get the better of him once again. Allowing for the bed to remove his have, he was not a healer like many of his kind. His body healed but much slower when it was a missing limb. The stump beneath his prosthetic itched fierce as his body did heal.

Standing there looking at his failure he remembered all the lives he had lived throughout the centuries, none of them quite as fanatically a failure as this current one. But he would continue he would redeem this failure, here would protect the Khan until his last breath.

The Bokushi, the men and women of the Khan they will listen to the Gaijin. As he will help rebuild what was lost, and support what still stands with his life.

Long live The Khan