Razor had to admit, he was a bit hurt at the assumption he was one of those cut-from-the-mill Ramen that enslaved human women as breeding slaves. But hey, in this world, you find more evil than good...though, to a Ramen, understanding the infertility problems equated that the enslavement was necessary for survival...not evil. But arguing the ethical viewpoint of that would be like trying to argue the ethical viewpoint of hitting meat to Eponine...it was just gonna go nowhere. So, in the meantime, he was focusing on making sure that none of the spears got -too- close to maiming him while Eponine and the leader of these Vulpari talked. He very much not liked being the suspected party, to say the least.<br/><br/>But, eventually, the whole thing turned into a more friendly atmosphere and Razor could let out a sigh of relief as the spears retreated from his neck. He thought if this went out for a moment longer, one of them would of just poked a hole in his throat just to see if he still bled. That, would of turned out very unfortunate...whether for them, or him, he didn't know...just that it wouldn't end well. He raised a claw to rub at his neck, his mask still covering his face, and sighed, at least that was over with. It would of been a shame if such a...potential friendship started out...on the wrong foot, as it were.<br/><br/>Razor got up on his own, though putting a claw on Eponine's shoulder, gently of course, to help him get up. He still felt his cloak on her shoulder...good. And he made sure that it was her good shoulder, one might add! Though, once getting up, he had noted that there was a pain in his lower body...the adrenalin added with magical protection starting to wear off from pain. It felt like it was coming from his legs...his left one had a broken femur while his right one had a shattered knee. He grunted in pain as he collapsed back down and cursed, forced to stay down on his good knee and hissed in pain. How he didn't notice these injuries before, he didn't know...but it seemed the magic he had on him was able to let him use his legs without -too- much of a problem...though now those activities were making it hard for him to deal with the pain he was in now.<br/><br/>He took in a deep breath of air and sighed,"Damn...didn't think it was...-that- bad...I don't know if I can walk..." He had just heard the introductions before he said that, though he didn't make it seem like he noticed too much. He just took another deep breath as he tried to brace the pain and said,"A...a little help? And, Eponine?...Mind if I...have my cloak back? I tend to like wearing that...when visiting new places..."<br/><br/>The Ramen tried to not make his injuries too serious by seemingly trying to joke around. But his legs were in horrible a condition to work now that he had nothing to buffer his pain tolerance or any sort of magical help to help his movements. And though he was asking for help, he still tried to seem strong...spoke a lot about his character.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>