Within a second, Birkin was next to the both of them, grabbing Mike roughly by the neck and tossing him away from Issei. He tossed him hard enough to make him go flying into the wood paneling that held up the bar. Birkin winced, realizing he must have let his instinct get the best of him and he had managed to trigger his Tyrant abilities.

His eyes were still a menacing red when he turned back to Issei and shot him a concerned look. "Are you okay?"