And like that, everyone had followed suite to Razor's first jump. Though, some were more fortunate than others. When the male human almost failed in making it across the chasm, the blind Ramen used his senses to finds where the mercenary was and his compassionate nature forced him to act. Since his robes didn't really have sleeves, his arms jutted out from hems that covered his torso. It revealed sinewy arms with tight, thin skin that was a color of white that would make eggs and milk jealous. One could even see veins quite clearly. But what really set them about was the fingers...long, dangerous claws that showed the ability to shred a man easily enough.<br/><br/>But he showed skill and experience with his unnatural appendages as he grabbed onto what he felt was plate, shoulder guards, without stabbing into the chinks that might be in the armor. Using a bit of magic to power his frail arms, he helped lift the man onto the bridge along with anyone else that might have helped...it was sort of instant reaction for him to help out. But, with the mercenary up...began the next phase of the plan...running, mark two.<br/><br/>He tucked his arms back into his robes and joined the others in a fleeing spectacle away from the cliff, and the finally caught up angry mob. They had just escaped from either certain death or certain slaughter. Though, by the sounds that the bridge was making, it was doubtful any of them could return to the village the way they came out.<br/><br/><i>So much for a comfortable night...Suppose you can leave it to humans to complicate things.</i><br/><br/>Those thoughts didn't last long in his skull. He tried to be as...fair as he could, plus it was still possible the angry mob could be trying to jump over just to kill them for the joy of it, and not give a damn going back...thinking they might be doing some sort of divine favor for the world by killing them or die trying. Razor could most certainly make do without that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>