“Are you hurt?” The girl asked. “It’s okay, I’m used to it.” Epin replied as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Blood ran from his nose, where Arod had punched him, and his shirt was slightly torn from skidding on the pavement. “Thanks so much for your help.” “That’s not what I asked Epin.” The girl said as she kneeled next to him. “I asked if you were hurt.” “How do you know . . .” Epin started to ask as he rubbed his wrists where he was held down. He cut himself off mid sentence however, when he looked to see who it was that had helped him. “Rancor?” Epin interrupted.