Rufio's blade tip raised when the stranger appeared and announced itself. It looked like a suit of armor, but there was a voice there. A voice and, though Rufio couldn't see the eyes, a gaze. It sent shivers down his spine, but he didn't let his fear show.
"You another type of pirate? I'll kill you if you try anything," he said, moving to take a step backwards, which alerted his body to the pain that the adrenaline had dulled in the life or death struggle. His step faltered slightly and the hand not holding the blade went to the swelling bruise under his shirt. He felt a icy hot stab of pain in his chest as he tried to inhale, a sign he might have snapped his ribs, but he stayed standing and immediately worked on breathing lighter to not aggravate the injury. Whatever his iwounds were, he would keep as much of the weakness hidden as possible as long as he had company. The gritting expression that made it to his face briefly was eased with practiced dicipline, and he stood up straighter, raising the blade higher. "If you're a friend, though, then thanks."