Roho glanced quickly at the little creature nearby, walked over and crouched next to Rosuto, and with blurred eyes he whispered, "An angel and his allies' shared intents of death upon your company had forced your friend's hand against you. I dispersed the remaining intent, almost killing myself, but saving you from another attack. Your other friend... Rosuto is it?... will now tend to you properly. I would come with you, but you likely don't trust me... I will stand here and wait," he looked at the one with the scythe, "I cannot disperse his intents. He is barely held from killing them in a rampage, I should let you know. I only hope it doesn't come to a fight," and he stood, still as stone, watching the back of the taller Fox in the middle of the room, "What comes... comes..."