He was already jacked up on stress with the storm taking out their shelters. With nowhere to seek refuge, there was a chance that folks could get home sick as dogs if they simply didn't die from the cold out here.

Seeing that shape rising to take advantage was enough to make regular old Kanji pretty sour, but as he raised his weapon and roared- even with his voice getting swallowed by the swirling storm's gale forces- he entered a Beast Release, his eyes a pair of burning gold embers.

He headed in to get his mitts on all the threat this figure posed. This bastard could -not- get past him...!