"Let them," Rufio shrugged, getting up and then going to examine the traps that had gone off. "I'll build bigger traps and blow their heads off."
This was his home, and he wasn't going to be frightened away from it by a bunch of badly dressed theives.
He did pause and look around for a "mess", but couldn't see anything that he wouldn't have wanted there anyway. Scorch marks, plumes of paint dust and splatter marks, all of it blended in almost seamlessly with the rest of the decoration.
He grabbed a piece of rope and went to the thug, wrapping it around his feet and tying it in a swift knot before he turned and grunted as he started to pull the man out. Hi schest errupted with pain as he struggled to pull the large man out, but other than a sneer on his face and tears prickling the corners of his eyes he didn't stop. He could rest when the trash was taken out. No amount of pain would make him ask the grown up for help, though he did throw the person a look over his shoulder.