Razor heard the sounds the Elf was making...it seemed he was caught some time ago, and this one was simply guaging his skill. A wise adversary, at least. And now, at least, his fears were confirmed...the creature watching over them was, in fact, an Elf. And after hearing her question, along with hearing the sound of her bow, Razor only responded with a growl that was low and guttural...defensive, if anything else. Afterwards, he said silently, his voice like the wind.<br/><br/>"Up to you, Skillful Hunter of the Wilds...But we both know the way of the wilderness. They who land the first blow, succeeds. You have your way..." He then tilted his head in a way that he almost pressed on a certain membrane he had that caused his spines to rear up and fire. Though, he only did enough pressure and position to case his multiple layers of spines to rear up on his head and aim at Elf as he continued,"...and I have mine. It is up to you, Great Elf, what is your first move?"<br/><br/>And as he spoke this, he got himself ready for a fight. First rule of survival, hope for the best but expect the worst. If he were to even hear the sound of flesh or leather sliding on string to release the arrow, he would make sure that he had a good grip on the branch to fall backwards and dodge the arrow...hopefully. Once then, he would use momentum to go around under the branch and slice the branch that the Elf was on...hopefully that would stun the woman enough for him to go for another attack, or to have his allies know that they had an uninvited guest...but right now, he was rather hoping to hear the sound of a bow being put away and peaceful words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>