He rose slowly from the bush, holding his arm where it smashed against the tree. It wasn't his idea to hide in a bush, but the root sticking out of the ground forcefully insisted. "You guys need better traps." He raised an eyebrow at the bat, chuckling lowly. "Well, since I mean you no harm, I guess that means there'll be no friendly fire hm?" He chuckled again, glancing over his shoulder. "Well, you guys got any injuries? Might as well help, since I'm here anyways."<br/><br/>He sighed, seeming to remember something. "Ah, I almost forgot. Dr. Trystan Nemico, at your service. I can patch up just about anything." The Doc smiled warmly, pushing up suddenly on his arm, popping it back into place. He didn't even flinch. "Well, let's not simply stand here. Why don't we go inside?" He glanced around, drawing one of his knives as he glanced over his shoulder again. The coast was clear, atleast to his eyes. Still, the large group that had found it's way to the front door didn't exactly look friendly.