Mikazuki wouldn't mind turning the situation into a three-way match, but Nezha was already retreating, and the crow-hawk spirit left its perch to fly back to Mikazuki and pull urgently on his sleeve.

He should probably listen to the little guy.

"You bet," he called back, waving. "Don't worry, this isn't over! I'll see you later, uh--what's your name, actually?"