There was no denying that the kid could protect himself. It happened so fast that Tony was still on his knees where he had fallen, both hands up like he might stop the action in the room and slowly lowering them, staring past Kaz to the dead man on the floor, eyes wide and shocked. He had barely said, "Don't--!," and only after he had recognize the sharp jerk of Kaz's elbow, and as he stared he wasn't sure if the command had even been altruistic. There was something that felt so bright and warm, a smooth drink soothing Tony's dry throat as Kaz knocked the man down, that had filled the room and then was gone just as quickly, slowly leaking out as the blood bubbled at the man's throat and he went still. It was dark.

Instead of answering, Tony gathered himself enough to slouch back on his heels then finally look up at Kaz again to demand, "Why did you do that? You had him under control."